When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 849

As John spoke, he passed me the tablet menu for me to order.

I ordered some dishes and handed the tablet over to Ashton. After that, I looked at John. “How’s your kid doing these days? And how’s Hannah?”

“Don’t bring her up. How annoying!” he huffed. It was obvious that he was extremely upset. He looked at Ashton and asked, “Mr. Fuller, do you want a drink? They serve good Scotch Whiskey here.”

Before I could stop them, Ashton nodded and answered calmly, “Sure, let’s try it!”

John snapped his fingers. Before long, an adorable and gorgeous lady walked in, looking aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. John said, “I want to order some Scotch Whiskey. Wait, you know what, just bring me the whole bottle. I’m getting drunk tonight!”

The lady nodded in acknowledgement and left.

I had no idea what happened to John. I wanted to comfort him but I didn’t even know where to start. Therefore, I had no choice but to wait in silence.

Not long after, dinner was served along with a few bottles of Scotch Whiskey.

John immediately opened the bottle of whiskey. He didn’t even bother to pour it into a glass. Instead, he put the whole bottle of whiskey in front of Ashton and said in a rough manner, “Mr. Fuller, let’s leave those drinking etiquettes aside this time. Come on! Bottoms up!”

My eyes widened in shock. “John, are you out of your mind? This is hard liquor, it’s not a beer. Are you trying to kill him or something?”

“Come on, don’t be such a killjoy. It’s just a few sips. You’re just worried about your man, aren’t you? Fine! I’ll drink it myself, then.” John then pursed his lips and cursed at Ashton, “Such a sissy!”

I was at a loss for words. What’s gotten into John recently? Did something happen? What’s with the radical change?

Without any hesitation, Ashton immediately clinked his glass and started drinking. I was about to stop him but he interrupted, “It’ll be fine. It’s just an occasional drink.”

With that, the two men started downing bottles of whiskey together. As for me, I was completely bewildered by them.

I could tell that something had been bothering John. After all, men tended to drink alcohol or smoke cigarettes during their stressful times. On the other hand, women usually reduced stress by crying or expressing their feelings verbally. Either way was fine as they wouldn’t affect physical and mental health.

At that moment, I thought I finally figured out why men often died earlier than women. It was because they were more likely to drink alcohol in excess and smoke more than women.