Chapter 1877

Clearly, Scott was not there to drink. He was there to kill time and listen to Dylan rant. "Tell me. How could she suddenly be interested in some young punk? He doesn't look that good, nor is he mature or sensible. He's a young punk. What is there to like? "Yet, she keeps bringing him up in front of me and showing concern for him. Does he need her concern? Who the hell does she think she is? She isn't related to him at all. Why is she going all Mother Teresa on him?" Dylan rambled on and on. Then, he took large swigs of wine, washing down his unhappiness with it. However, the more he drank, the angrier he got. The angrier he got, the more he ranted. There was no stopping him. "He doesn't like her at all. Why is she in a rush to be nice to him? Tell me, what on earth is she thinking all day? Just because she pities him, she goes close to him? I have never once seen her pity me. "Also, you know? I've been trying to make it up to her today, but she isn't reciprocating at all. I kep