Chapter 327

David's face fell when Jameson made a jab at him. He curled his fists.

The Taylor family chose to ignore the siblings' rivalry, except for Victor, who shot Jameson a furious glance.

"She still needs something to warm her up. Lyse, I'll get you some white wine. It's perfectly fine to enjoy a little drink." Jameson smiled gently, ignoring the pale David.

She coughed and replied, "I'm fine with anything."

Feeling uneasy about being caught in the middle of the two siblings, she declined their offers in an attempt to defuse the situation. "I'd actually prefer a beer—"

Surprisingly, they turned to her at the same time, warning, "No! You might get gout!"

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When the dinner drew to a close, Jameson excused himself from the table and headed to the washroom. There, he dispensed loads of handwash into his hands.

His pale hands looked like they were specimens in Formalin. He scrubbed his hands until they turned a shade of red.

After five times of handwashing, he brought his hands to his