Chapter 154

Late at night, Caleb washed his face in the restroom and then stumbled back into the living room. He plopped down on the floor, and stared at the drunken man slouched against the French window.

"Hey, it's been hours. What's going on? Can you at least say something?" Caleb said.

Theodore had arrived hours ago, said nothing, and went straight to Caleb's liquor cabinet. He took out all of Caleb's prized bottles, one after the other, and drank himself into a stupor. Caleb had no choice but to drink along with him.

Caleb was feeling dizzy, but Theodore seemed ready for another round.

"Ugh." Caleb flopped onto the floor, letting out a long sigh. "Bro, if you don't say anything soon, I'm going to sleep."

At this point, sleeping on the floor was fine by him.

The two grown men sat on the carpet, sprawled out in disarray. There was nothing elegant or refined about them, unlike their usual polished appearance.

Sometimes, the more polished someone looked on the surface, the more they might