บท 83: So fickle

And that was when Cian's throat completely closed up, he stood up from the couch that he was sitting on when his brother said those words, he walked to the small bar that has been built just for him in the room and picked up the bottle that was exquisitely designed with crystal white glass and filled with golden yellow liquid. He wasn't an alcoholic but damn they made him feel something other than the annoyance and anger he was feeling these days, after he was done filling up his glass he twisted and came back to his seat. If he was going to do this, he will need another round of liquid courage but the truth was he was trying to look at anywhere but his eldest brother when Orman was looking at him. And God, if that wasn't absolutely pitiful, was it not? " Oh, and you came here just to confirm whether or not I was kicked out of my wife's bedroom?"