"You're really not going to ask?" Julian Keaton looked crestfallen. "That's why I say, Caden Lockwood, you're really not a good drinking buddy! There's no fun drinking with you at all! I should find someone else!"
Saying this, Julian took two steps toward the door.
Seeing that Caden had no intention of stopping him, Julian halted and looked him up and down, muttering, "Looks like you've been hit pretty hard by that woman!"
Upon hearing this, Caden's brow twitched, and something flashed quickly in his dark eyes. The expression seemed sorrowful, as if filled with resentment and grief, overwhelming the strength that usually surrounded him.
"My God!" Julian stepped forward a few paces. "I've known you for so many years, and I've never seen you like this! Caden, did you... give all your heart away?"
"Why are you still here?" Caden felt only annoyance. "Weren't you fussing about leaving from the moment you arrived? Why are you still here now? Julian Keaton, are you annoying or what?"
