Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311 Getting Drunk Late at Night 

Forty minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of the Red 

Cauldron. The parking attendant recognized Huston’s license 

plate, respectfully took the key, and drove away. 

The manager of the club personally came down to greet him. 

As Huston entered the private room, Marcellus sat alone on 

the sofa, casually crossing his legs and smoking a cigar. 

When he saw Huston enter, he immediately stood up and greeted him. “Huston.” 

Huston’s face didn’t look good. He walked straight to the seat 

next to Marcellus and poured a glass from a bottle of liquor 

worth hundreds of thousands of dollars on the table. He drank 

it straight without mixing it with any base liquor. 

The fiery liquid slid down his throat, flowing into his stomach, igniting his entire body. Numbness finally gave way to some semblance of sensation in his heart. Huston reached for a 

second glass, but Marcellus stopped him. 

“What’s wrong?” Sensing that something was wrong with 

Huston, Marcellus stopped joking and put on a serious 

expression. 

With a scoff, Huston gritted his teeth and puffed up his cheeks. 

“I’m frustrated.” 

Frustrated? 

Marcellus took Huston’s glass of wine and thought about what 

could have bothered Huston enough to come out late at night 

for a drink. Aside from the unpredictable factor of Evelyn, there was nothing else that could have caused it. 

“Is it because of Evelyn, my sister-in-law?” He habitually 

treated Evelyn as his sister-in-law, only realizing it was 

inappropriate after the words left his mouth. He glanced at 

Huston and was relieved to see that he didn’t react much. 

“She… went to see Mia today.” When mentioning the recent 

incident, the depth of color in Huston’s eyes resembled dark 

ink. 

Marcellus’s eyes widened unconsciously. “Evelyn knows it?” 

“Yes.” Huston placed his hands on his knees and buried half of 

his face in his palms. “She knows about Mia but doesn’t know about our relationship.” 

Only then did Marcellus understand why Huston had come to drink with him in the middle of the night. If this had happened 

to him, he might have been even more stressed and didn’t 

know how to deal with it. 

“Did you explain it to her?” 

Huston let out a deep sigh. His words were filled with helplessness and sourness. “She doesn’t believe me.”” 

And now, he had no right to ask her to believe him. 

Marcellus didn’t know how to comfort him. Looking at the 

wine glass in his hand, he gritted his teeth and said, “Huston, if you have any unhappiness, let it out. I’ll be with you tonight!”