Eugene was rather embarrassed, too. Olivia got me here to talk to him, not to piss him off. If he gets hopping mad this time, that lady’s gonna come after me!
After pondering for a moment, he said, “I’m not sure about this, but I know you’re certainly not meant to be with her as much as I am. Otherwise, Olivia and I and the kids wouldn’t
have reunited from different parts of the world. George, you have to admit that the timing and order in which everyone comes in is important; some people are only meant to keep company for a while. Olivia always knew that you’re nice to her. When she learned that you weren’t coming back for lunch, she even went looking for you without eating anything. I know you’re having a hard time accepting it. If it were me, I’d have a hard time accepting it, too. That being said, if you’re angry, please take it out on me instead of putting Olivia in a tight spot. She’s pregnant now.”
George glared daggers at him. “Shut up, will you? I know that better than you do!”
Eugene replied, “Alright. Let’s drink to our hearts’ content, then!”
Olivia stayed in the clinic until closing time, but both men had yet to return. One of them went out, while the other went looking for him. The one who went out has yet to come back. But why is the one who went looking for him also yet to return? They’re not answering my phone calls either. At this point, she got worried, Blood Rose is running riot right now. Don’t tell me something bad happened to them. She hurriedly went to Kyle, asking, “Kyle, can you go to the restaurant to take a look and see if they’re okay?”
Kyle replied at once, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Nolan. Few people can match Mr. Nolan when it comes to fighting skills. I’ll go now to take a look.” He was just about to set out as he spoke.
Alex chimed in, “I’ll go with you.”
Although the two men had left, Olivia remained on pins and needles. At the sight of this, Jewel couldn’t help but advise her, saying, “Don’t worry, they’re both very good at fighting, so they won’t get in trouble that easily. Let me try calling them again.” She was just about to make the phone call as she spoke, but before she could dial the number, there came the sound of the door being opened.
Olivia also spun her head toward the sound, only to see two people wobbling in through the door. No, they’re a couple of drunks, but that doesn’t seem to be an accurate way to put it either. They’re a couple of wounded drunks, to be exact. She had been worried if they were in danger in the first place, and this instantly had her with her heart in her mouth. Walking a few steps toward them, she asked anxiously, “How did you get like this? Did you two run into Blood Rose?”
Fearing that she might get anxious, Eugene went over to her, wanting to explain the situation. However, he was as drunk as a lord. As a result, his legs gave out on him, causing him to lurch with each step as if being tossed around by huge waves. The ground felt uneven under his feet, and he staggered and fell toward her.
At this rate, he’s going to throw himself on top of Olivia… For a moment, everyone had their hearts in their mouths.
Even Eugene himself broke into a cold sweat. He seemed to sober up a little; then, with the last shred of sense left in him, he managed to stop and steady himself. However, everyone appeared to be spinning before his eyes. He reached out, trying to grab Olivia’s hand, only to fail despite several attempts. In the end, it was Olivia who took his hand, asking, “Why did you drink so much?”
Eugene replied with a smile, “George is so good at holding his liquor. I think I’m drunk.” As he spoke, he turned to glance at George, who was being supported by Kyle. He continued, “Don’t worry. George and I only had a friendly match, that’s all.”
Olivia’s lips twitched uncontrollably for a moment; she was bewildered beyond words. “A friendly match? You call this a friendly match?”
Upon hearing this, George, who looked even worse than Eugene did, immediately retorted with a drunken slur, “What kind of a friendly match is this? This is me making mincemeat of him.”
Olivia took a look at George. Indeed, his face is less bruised than Eugene’s. But how can he brag that he’s made mincemeat of Eugene when he looks like hell with dirt all over himself? This looks more like a fistfight to me. She said with a worried expression, “Alright, hurry up and sit down. Let me put medicine on both of you.”
Looking at Eugene, George said belligerently, “Put medicine on me first.”
Olivia good-naturedly replied, “Okay, no problem. Sit down first, will you?” As she spoke, she was about to go over to help the man.
Eugene yanked her into his arms without ever releasing his hold on her. “You put medicine on yourself. Don’t order my girlfriend around.”
