In the booth, there were only Keith Donovan and Tristan Hawthorne, with a table full of wine.
Keith Donovan enthusiastically greeted him, while Tristan Hawthorne sat on the sofa, silently drinking.
Since he was already there, James Grant didn’t keep a stern face, allowing Keith Donovan to seat him and Tristan Hawthorne together.
"Come on, come on, I’ve opened my treasured Chianti. It’s quite a splurge today, all open!" Keith Donovan pressed the call bell, summoning the waiter to open the wine.
The three of them were frequent visitors here, and after the waiter opened the wine, they exchanged pleasantries, subtly asking if they needed company.
James Grant and Tristan Hawthorne were both silently drinking.
Keith Donovan’s eyes twinkled as he laughed, "Get a couple of people over to join us, you take care of it."
The waiter left with a grin that lit up his face.
Soon after, the waiter returned with several beautiful women.
James Grant and Tristan Hawthorne didn’t even look up, while Keith Donovan appeared quite excited, sitting down amidst them, drinking with an arm around each.
"I mean, you two finally got together, don’t keep sulking."
Keith Donovan tried to liven up the atmosphere, knowing that both of them were particular and wouldn’t demean themselves in front of outsiders.
With a few pretty girls around, the atmosphere in the booth got a bit livelier, as Keith Donovan sang and drank, though he kept the volume controlled.
James Grant picked up a wine glass and took a sip of Chianti, turning his eyes to see Tristan Hawthorne’s glass extended toward him.
He paused and clinked glasses with Tristan Hawthorne.
This counted as breaking the ice.
Tristan Hawthorne finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of laughter, "What’s up, not Kieran today, so you don’t intend to see me?"
"I know what you’re going to say." James Grant’s voice was calm, "Don’t feel like listening."
Tristan Hawthorne chuckled, "What do you think I was going to say?"
James Grant glanced at him and didn’t make a sound.
"I actually don’t really want to interfere in your messy affairs, and I won’t persuade you to let her go." Tristan Hawthorne sounded smug, "When gods fight, we mere mortals are better off not getting involved. Plus, personally, of course, I’m biased toward you."
Between men, they seldom say such things; James Grant and Tristan Hawthorne even less so.
Speaking was rare, and James Grant came to understand he couldn’t overly disregard his friend’s opinion.
"If you’re biased toward me, then why bring Yara Reagan to meet me?" James Grant’s eyes turned a few shades darker, "I’m laying it out here; I won’t let her go."
Tristan Hawthorne chuckled, "Buddy, I know. Ever since your mom passed, you’ve had this urge inside to challenge your dad. Isn’t that why you got tangled up with Evelyn back then?"
"Unexpectedly, she turned out to be a thorny rose, and you happen to like that type. You ended up falling in love and can’t get out."
Tristan Hawthorne spoke lightly with a teasing tone.
But James Grant couldn’t laugh.
Because Tristan Hawthorne hit the nail on the head.
Back then, getting entangled with Evelyn Clayton was all about pricking Matthew Sullivan to annoy Harrison Grant, wasn’t it?
Now, things have gotten out of hand.
Who knows whose karma it is?
"Since you understand me, there are some words I’d advise you to take back." James Grant said, clinking glasses with Tristan Hawthorne again.
Tristan Hawthorne shook his head, smiling, "I didn’t intend to persuade you, just came to offer some advice. We’ve been brothers for so many years; surely I can offer some advice?"
James Grant raised an eyebrow, "What advice?"
"If you truly want to hold onto that person, you have to understand some ways and methods. Evelyn isn’t an ordinary woman; this approach will only make her tear you apart." Newest update provided by Novᴇl_Fire(.)net