With a slight purse of his lips, Gareth shot a sharp glance at Vincent. “Do you think she would still leave with Rachel if I had sorted things out with her?”
“So, it's not settled yet? What have you been doing all this time? You and Elisa both disappeared for such a long time. Now that you came back together, you're telling me you haven't sorted things out with her yet?”
Vincent stared at Gareth in disbelief. The latter's face was as cold as frost. His whole demeanor was gloomy as if he was enveloped in a pervasive aura of malevolence.
Vincent clearly perceived it, yet he deliberately hit Gareth where it hurt.
Gareth immediately retorted, “Well, while I was away, did you manage to win over Rachel?”
Vincent was rendered speechless.
Gareth immediately rolled his eyes at him. You haven't achieved anything either, so what's there to talk about?
Gareth didn't say another word, leaving Vincent behind him. Vincent caught up with him. “They've left, but we can still go eat. I haven't eaten yet. You should at least treat me to a meal after not seeing each other for so long.”
“Will you starve to death if you miss one meal?” Gareth's voice was cold as ice, and he did not even bother to turn his head.
He had just opened the car door when Vincent hopped in. “Sure, hunger won't kill me. But I haven't seen you for a while, and there are some things I want to discuss with you privately. Surely, you're not so stingy as to deny me a meal?”
“What do you have to talk about? Let's skip the clichés about romance, love, hatred, and revenge, shall we?”
At that time, Vincent had already comfortably settled in the passenger seat. He fastened his seatbelt, and Gareth did not chase him out of the car either.
Vincent chuckled lightly, then slowly picked up the conversation. “No. It's about those things you and Elisa asked me to take care of before you two left.”
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