Chapter 87

He gave James a hesitant glance. "James, should we still go find Haley?"

"What's there to find? Let's go back and sleep!" James shot him a fierce glare, then pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Huxley rubbed his nose, regretting his question. James was clearly in a foul mood, so staying silent seemed like the best option.

But despite his intention to keep quiet, James, being as unpredictable as he was, wouldn't allow it.

Back at home, James grabbed a bottle of rare vintage wine from his collection and popped it open.

Seeing the pricey bottle, Huxley's eyes widened in disbelief.

"James, that's part of my dad's collection. You can drink any other wine, but not that one..." Before he could finish, James had already uncorked the bottle.

Huxley was at a loss for words.

James held the bottle stopper in one hand and the wine bottle in the other, locking eyes with Huxley for half a minute.

Huxley felt like he was about to cry, but with the bottle already open, he could only w