“Are you done, gentlemen? Your meal is ready.. so why don’t you two come in and have something to eat? There’s nothing between men that can’t be solved with a fight. If there is, then it can be solved with another round of drinks.”
Eugene responded with a grunt and sat up. despite his pain. At seeing this, the restaurant’s owner immediately instructed one of the waiters, “Go help him up.”
“It’s not necessary,” said Eugene.
Nevertheless, the waiter arrived and helped him up weakly.
George gave him a contemptuous look, then pushed himself to stand up on his own to show that he was stronger than the man. Unexpectedly, however, no sooner had he sat up than he was forced to lie down again. He swore resentfully, ‘Damn you, Eugene! You hit me really hard just now.”
Eugene darted a frosty look at him while massaging his own aching belly. “I’m just more resilient to pain than you are. Don’t you know in your heart how hard you hit me just now?”
George was speechless. Fine! His lips curled into a smirk. I’m in a sorry state now, but you aren’t any better either. None of us can throw stones at one another with the pot calling the kettle black.
Led by the owner himself, both men entered the restaurant and had a quick wash. This time, they sat in a private room, where the table was full of all kinds of liquor-beer, white wine, red wine, and so on.
Eugene handed a bottle of beer to George. “You’ve hit me already, and now we’re gonna get drunk together. Can you get over this and move on?” George shot a glare at him. “Didn’t you hit me as well?”
Eugene smiled. “You didn’t let me go easy on you. How about I go easy on you in drinking? Here’s a toast to you,” he said, raising his glass and draining his drink right away.
George was pissed off by that smug look on his face. He took the opened bottle of beer and retorted with stubborn defiance, “Do I need you to go easy on me?”
Both men knocked back a bottle of beer each without saying a word. Eugene held out another bottle of liquor. Then, he asked, “Which of you is better at holding your liquor, you or Olivia?”
George replied, “Olivia? Not even two of me would be a match for her.”
Eugene said, “You can’t drink as much as I can, then. I drank her under the table once.” As he spoke, he clinked his glass on George’s with smugness written all over his face.
George simply couldn’t believe this. He asked suspiciously, “You actually drank her under the table? You’ve got to be bragging.”
Eugene replied, “Well then, just you wait and see. If you don’t believe it, you can ask Olivia when we get back.” His eyes were smiling as though he had suddenly recalled the past, at which time he and Olivia weren’t yet in a relationship. They were engaged in a drinking contest; he had wanted to lose the contest and express his love to her with Dutch courage, only to end up winning from start to finish without much effort, whereas she kept losing despite trying to win against him.
Seeing the happiness written all over his face, George wished he could strangle him. He snatched my happiness away from me! He swallowed his drink in one gulp before plonking his glass onto the table with a thud. “Do you know how much I want to kill you?” he said to Eugene viciously.
Only then did Eugene turn to look at him. He replied, “I do. I’m staying at the clinic, and you’re knowledgeable in medicine. Taking my life would be a piece of cake for you.”
George nodded as if persuaded by the man’s words. For some reason, however, there was a note of hurt in his voice. “You’re right. But if you died, I wouldn’t be able to explain myself to Olivia.”
Eugene let out a sigh. “The thing about love is that it can’t be forced. I wouldn’t dare say I love Olivia more deeply than you do, but we already have four children together, plus she’s now pregnant. Whether it’s for the sake of fulfilling our mutual yearning for each other or for the sake of our kids, it’s for the best that we become a pair.”
At the mention of this, George felt even more frustrated. He retorted angrily, “Had Master used my sperm back then, you would’ve had nothing to do with this!”
Eugene replied, “But did you forget Mr. Gedding saying that he had done a lot of experiments and that only my children with Olivia were born? Do you think he wouldn’t rearrange the DNA to find out the reason for this? But the kids are already six years old now, and it’s still unknown what the problem is. I think this is not just a matter of DNA but also a matter of destiny.”
Listening to this, George nearly suffered a heart attack out of anger, Master did actually say that only the combination of Eugene’s DNA and Olivia’s worked. At the thought of this, he tossed another drink down his throat in sorrow. As he put down his glass, he grumbled in vexation, “Do you mean my DNA isn’t as strong as yours?”
