Solomon partied all night at his newly opened bar and did not get home until 5:00 am.
Not long after falling asleep, his phone rang.
He heard Blair’s cold voice as soon as he picked up the call.
“Come out for a drink!”
Solomon was startled. He dozed off for the most part.
‘He doesn’t sound quite right.’
Even so, he did not ask anything and got up to change. Afterward, he slowly made his way to the bar.
At this point, the bar had closed. Only the waitresses were left cleaning the first-floor lobby.
Blair was in a private room on the second floor.
When Solomon went in, he saw the empty bottles of whisky on the table.
“What’s wrong with you today? It’s not like you to get drunk early in the morning.”
Solomon sat opposite Blair and casually poured himself a glass of whisky.
Blair did not say anything. He picked up his glass and clinked it with Solomon. Then, he downed his drink in one go.
“What happened?” Solomon realized something was wrong.
Blair had always been calm. Even if he were in a bad mood, he would not drink without restraint like this.
Having known him for so many years, it was the first time Solomon had seen him this way.
“Master Blair, did you and Mable fight again?” Solomon guessed since Blair stayed silent.
Mable used to be an outlet for everyone. Now that she had recovered her memory, she became a domineering queen no one could afford to mess with.
However, Blair fell for her. Even though Mable always gave him the cold shoulder, he still treated her like treasure and tried to please her every day.
If someone had told Solomon in the past that Blair would get drunk over a woman, he would have laughed his ass off.
Solomon sighed. Sure enough, love was harmful.
Luckily, he did not have a crush on anyone.
Blair filled his glass and downed his drink again. The strong liquor instantly burned his throat.
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