Chapter 1291 Love Can’t Be Forced
“Are you done, gentlemen? Your meal is ready, so why don’t you two come in and have something to eat? There’s nothing between men that can’t be solved with a fight. If there is, then it can be solved with another round of drinks.”
Eugene responded with a grunt and sat up despite his pain.
At seeing this, the restaurant’s owner immediately instructed one of the waiters, “Go help him up.”
“It’s not necessary,” said Eugene.
Nevertheless, the waiter arrived and helped him up weakly.
George gave him a contemptuous look, then pushed himself to stand up on his own to show that he was stronger than the man. Unexpectedly, however, no sooner had he sat up than he was forced to lie down again. He swore resentfully, “Damn you, Eugene! You hit me really hard just now.”
Eugene darted a frosty look at him while massaging his own aching belly. “I’m just more resilient to pain than you are. Don’t you know in your heart how hard you hit me just now?”
George was speechless. Fine! His lips curled into a smirk. I’m in a sorry state now, but you aren’t any better either. None of us can throw stones at one another with the pot calling the kettle black.
Led by the owner himself, both men entered the restaurant and had a quick wash. This time, they sat in a private room, where the table was full of all kinds of liquor—beer, white wine, red wine, and so on.
Eugene handed a bottle of beer to George. “You’ve hit me already, and now we’re gonna get drunk together. Can you get over this and move on?”
George shot a glare at him. “Didn’t you hit me as well?”
Eugene smiled. “You didn’t let me go easy on you. How about I go easy on you in drinking? Here’s a toast to you,” he said, raising his glass and draining his drink right away.
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