Seeing Rodney’s prejudiced appearance made Shaun really want to throw him into the toilet and pour some cold water on him to wake him up.
However, it would probably be no use, just like how he was before.
He did not believe anything anyone said. It was as if h e was possessed.
"Come on. Drink if you're in a bad mood. You'll have n o worries when you're drunk." Chester poured beer for Rodney.
Only when Rodney was drunk and asleep on the sofa did Chester light a cigarette and sighed faintly.
"Why do I feel like Sarah isn't trying to help him succeed at all? She just dislikes that he has nothing without Osher."
"I feel so too." Shaun gave him a strange look. "Didn't you believe in Sarah before?”
"She's too good at pretending. Maybe Sarah changed three years ago, but we didn't notice." 1
Chester glanced at him. "You didn't go to the press conference yesterday, but it was quite a night. Freya wore a dress the same color as Sarah, and Rodney dragged Freya upstairs and forced her to change.
"Do you think the old Rodney would do something like that? Coincidentally, Freya's red dress last night looked better than Sarah’s.”
Shaun was startled. According to his understanding o f Rodney, he definitely would not do such a thing without reason.
Rodney was a boorish person and would not think about the color of someone’s clothes unless someone incited him.
There was obviously no one else besides Sarah who would mind, and Rodney cared about Sarah's feelings the most.
"Chester, thank god... thank god I didn't marry her back then." Shaun suddenly lamented, "Do you think everything she said about Lucifer was true?"
Chester had a strange look in his eyes. If it were before, he would have said absolutely not, but now...
"It’s hard to say."
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