Chapter 15. I’ll Take a Bowl of Meat

He smiled softly, which seemed to mock, "I'm not her. How could I forget?"

"What are you going to do? Does Asher know?"

"She'd forgotten me. This matter is only clear to us. As for Asher, it's better for him not to know." He shook the glass and said, "She'd forgotten it. Maybe it's a good thing."

Phillip is half drunk, but he can still hear properly. He smiled and said, "Did you feel upset that she'd forgotten you?"

He glanced at him. "If you're not drunk, finish it."

He took the wine from the ice bucket next to him and placed it in front of Phillip.

Before he could drink anymore, Phillip passed out. Warren grunted, stood up, picked up his jacket next to the door, and left.

The waiter who stood in the doorway saw him out and immediately greeted him, "Mr. Duncan."

"Take a quilt inside. Don't let him catch a cold." Warren put on his clothes, saying.

"Yes. We will take care of the master Phillip."

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