Problems?

"I actually wish she would get mad at me." Kevan laughed coldly at himself.

Because only then the excuses he prepared would be useful. But she never said anything nor expressed anything. He could not figure out what she was feeling, so he did not dare to do anything hasty.

Kevan felt a wave of irritation. "Give me back my liquor." He reached out to take the glass back, but Dylan avoided him. In the middle of their fight for the glass, half the whiskey spilled out and stained their clothes.

The wet fabric stuck to Kevan's skin, and the sudden coldness made him frown. He swiftly took his clothes off and called a server over. He then instructed the server to "buy me a new set of clothes."

The server was new. He only remembered Kevan due to his manager's constant nagging to remember this very important guest, so he did not know Dylan. When he saw the unkempt duo in the private room, the server's face turned a little bit red, and his eyes sparkled.

Now that this scene had ta