Chapter 47 Why Would I Feel My Heart For Money Spent On Alcohol?

Sitting at a corner in a noisy bar at South City were two figures. One kept on gulping down alcohol, and the other just smoked in silence. The latter neither stopped the former from drinking, nor tried to console him. Another bottle was finished, and Greyson finished smoking another cigarette as well. He put out the cigarette butt and was finally willing to take away the glass in the man’s hand. “Although it’s not your money, you don’t have to chug it down like water, do you?” The man turned his head around and looked at him. His handsome face was slightly red. He was a little drunk, but it was not obvious. His eyes still showed clarity. “Is your heart aching for the money spent on just a few bottles of alcohol?” The corner of Greyson’s mouth twitched. “Why would I feel my heart ache for money spent on alcohol? We’ve been here for hours, but you refuse to say anything. You just made me watch you drink like a fish, but you should at least tell me the reason behind it, right?” The man w