Although everything around him was familiar—the scenery, home furnishings, and even the service staff—Zuko still sat on the sofa with restraint. He kept his back straight and his eyes focused, occupying only 1/3 of the sofa. There was not even a single crease on his suit or tie.
He had even hired three stylists in advance to perfect his image for today. When the handsome Hamerton heir appeared in the Thompsons' living room, Linda couldn't stop smiling, while Nicholas' expression was rather intriguing.
His smile seemed more like a smirk, his gaze alternating between hostile and friendly. It was a complicated expression as if his daughter would be abducted, but the abductor was someone he had watched grow up. The struggle was clear on his face.
Zuko and Nicholas sat in the living room like that for 20 minutes. Neither of them moved nor said a word. Even the service staff didn't dare to approach.
Lina quietly asked Linda, "What's wrong with dad?"
"I don't know." Linda furrowed her brows. "He had his quirks when he was young, but he wasn't like this!"
Lina was curious. "How was he when he was young?"
Before Linda could answer, Nicholas suddenly stood up and slammed the table. The precious elm wood table top made a loud noise!
"Let's eat!"
Nicholas' voice was deep and powerful, still as imposing as ever, startling Zuko. Thankfully, Zephyr had educated Zuko since he was young, allowing him to remain calm and composed in such situations.
Linda glared at Nicholas and pinched his waist.
"Ouch! What's that for?"
"What do you mean 'what's that for'?" Linda complained in a low voice, "Why scare Zuko like that?"
"Uh... How can it be called scaring..." Nicholas mumbled, "I meant to intimidate him while having dinner later!"
"Come, Zuko!" Nicholas smiled, patting his shoulder. "We were busy eating just now and didn't get a chance to drink together! Let's have a couple of drinks now!"
"Sure, okay." Zuko smiled, elegantly picking up the wine glass.
However, he did not expect Nicholas to take out 52% alcohol vodka...
Zuko was dumbfounded. He considered himself to have a decent alcohol tolerance. Moreover, a professional sommelier had taught him and Toph about wine tasting at home since middle school. As he grew older, he occasionally attended social events with his father and could still handle a couple of drinks.
It was just that he never imagined Nicholas had such a trick up his sleeve!
His "couple of drinks" and Nicholas' "couple of drinks" were not even in the same league!
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