CHAPTER 335: THE KISS

The dimly lit bar hummed with low conversations, a haze of cigarette smoke lazily drifting through the air. Lorenzo took another sip of his cold whisky, his eyes scanning the room as he tried to see through the smoky veil. Having finished his drink, Brandon had declared himself the designated driver for the night and was now deeply engrossed in conversation with a guy at the back of the bar. Lorenzo lifted his glass for another drink, but his hand missed, and beer spilled across the wooden floor. A waitress in a revealing outfit, hinting at a secondary occupation, swiftly approached and began cleaning up the mess. "Don't worry about it, hon. I'll get it; just relax," she said, dabbing at his whiskey-soaked jean shorts with a napkin. Lorenzo barely acknowledged her, his gaze fixed on a table in the corner. He staggered to his feet, his heart pounding with a mix of anger and heartbreak, the taste of whiskey still burning on his tongue. With unsteady steps, he approached Savannah, who