Chapter 100. The Button (2)

And now, every other wine tasted bland in his mouth. Every wine was like water to him. Because he had have a taste of the genuine one. Or maybe his system was fed up with any intoxicants already.

She did this to him. No, he did it to himself.

He should break out of every control she had on him. And free himself to enjoy all these. To make the best out of his time and enjoy this party.

Because his brother might continue throwing these parties until he was sure he was better. He didn’t want that. He wasn’t weak not to fend for himself. Not to hold the reigns over his own life. He wouldn’t admit he needed his brother’s help. That would only make him feel more miserable.

‘Miserable.’ A dark chuckle left his lips. The word tasted bitter even in his mouth. He wasn’t miserable, how could he even think that? He was only bringing himself back together and trying to regain his senses. Because he had been a fool and had allowed his thoughts to go haywire.

“Sir, ca