Shaun pursed his thin lips before he finally started the car in silence.
They arrived at the bar very soon. Thomas, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, immediately walked over, clutching his injured waist. "Eldest Young Master, they are still dancing inside."
Within seconds, the three women staggered out from the pub with their arms around each other’s shoulders. Judging from their flushed cheeks, they must have had a lot of alcohol.
"I haven't drunk enough. Let’s keep drinking! I can do three more rounds." Freya raised her hands high up in the air. "I won’t go home until I’m drunk."
"Let’s have some lobsters and wine." Charity nodded.
Catherine agreed, "We can keep drinking at my villa until dawn."
"Awesome! Men are sh*t! Let them go!"
"Sh*t! Goodbye!"
Shaun’s face was overcast.
Well, well, well, she even called him shit behind his back.
He walked over to pull Catherine into his arms. "Come
home with me."
He initially wanted her to stay outside for a while for fear that he would hurt her. However, it was obvious that he could not do so.
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