Chapter 39. Today Is Your Husband's Birthday

Aryan's pov

I struggled to spot Kent in the dimly lit room with no bright colors, but eventually made my way to the corner where we usually hang out.

"You're such a devil, I couldn't see you a few seconds ago," I uttered as I sat opposite him and he passed the packet of cigarettes in his hands over to him

"You're such a heavy smoker" Kent used to be a d**g ad***t but now he's clean and determined not to walk down part again, unlike me who healthily processed my mom's death, Kent almost went mad while he tried to process his mom's demise and he went into d***s

"At least now you've stopped buying cr**k," I said, and he chuckled at my words 

"Why did you come to town so early? Was anything wrong happen, I mean it's usual although you planned not to spend the one month completely in France," Kent uttered and I snapped my finger requesting for the need of a waiter

"My usual wine" the words escaped from my lips like the price of a wine was pocket c