Three Years After Breaking Up, Ex-boyfriend Seeks Love Again

Patrick smiled and said, "Edwin, don't forget what you promised me."

I glanced at Patrick and saw that he had an expression as if he had hit the jackpot. Did they make some kind of deal?

Before I could retract my gaze, my neck was grabbed, and I was forced to turn towards Edwin's cold face.

Edwin whispered, his voice tinged with jealousy, "Who is better looking, him or me?"

My heart skipped a beat.

I lowered my eyes and looked away. "My boss, of course."

Patrick's expression changed abruptly.

I was stunned.

"Who the hell is Edwin? Why is Patrick so scared?

Didn't they grow up together?

Is it really necessary for Patrick to be that scared?" I wondered.

I sighed helplessly, "Dear boss, are you afraid of Edwin?"

Patrick shuddered, looked at me, and said with a wry smile, "Please watch your language."

Before his voice could fade away,

Edwin took a bottle of whiskey and placed it in front of Patrick.

His tone was indifferent, "Patrick, we haven't had a drink in a long time."

I looked at the whiskey in front of Patrick, feeling a little amazed.

"Does Edwin want Patrick to finish it all?" I wondered.

Patrick wore a troubled face. "Edwin, you just came back. Do we have to do this?"

Edwin glanced at me and said, "It's just a drink."

I sneered when I heard this. "Who would ask his friend to finish a bottle of whiskey?"

Edwin definitely played a prank on Patrick.

Someone asked me to stop them.

How could I refuse the proposal?

No one dared to do it, and I was born to be a good person.

I knew Edwin's temper a bit. So, I made up my mind and snatched the bottle from his hand.

But to prevent him from being crazy again, I changed my tone, "Dear Edwin, can you drink a little less?"

"Let Patrick have less as well."

Edwin's face turned expressionless as if by magic.

I was so annoyed that I wanted to leave right away.

After a few seconds of silence, I lowered my head and said, "Most importantly, you should drink less. My boss is not important."

I looked at Edwin, putting aside my past grudges.

After a long time, Edwin finally relaxed.

At the same time, Patrick also breathed a sigh of relief.

The whiskey bottle in front of Patrick was gone, but his glass was filled almost to the brim with whiskey.

Thinking that Patrick had just had an appendectomy and that it was not appropriate for him to drink alcohol,

I was vexed about whether to help Patrick.

Then, Patrick sent a message for help.

Why me out of all the people present?

I frowned and looked in Patrick's direction, but he didn't even glance at me.

I was extremely annoyed. If I had known this would happen, I would have refused Patrick's offer without blinking an eye, even if he offered me ten thousand dollars a month.

He really put me in a difficult position.

"With Edwin's bad temper, what can I do to help Patrick?

I can't throw myself at him just to help Patrick, right?" I wondered.

I pursed my lips and said nothing, cautiously tugging at Edwin's sleeve.

Carefully approaching him, I said in a severe and low voice, "Edwin, please stop. If you make Patrick sick, no one will pay me."

Edwin lowered his eyes and looked at me, his long eyelashes slightly curved and trembling. "Are you genuinely concerned about Patrick or just trying to coax me?"

I knew my situation, so I answered, "Of course, I'm coaxing you."

I had to give in!

Just as Patrick felt hopeless and reached for his glass, Edwin said in a cold voice, "I'm just kidding, Patrick. If you are not feeling well, you don't have to drink it all."

In an instant, the atmosphere lightened up.

Patrick was sweating profusely, and the smile on his face was frozen. "Edwin, you're still so humorous."

I just understood why people say, "Kings and bears often worry their keepers even since the ancient times."

Patrick coughed and said solemnly, "Zoey, don't be so frivolous when you talk to me next time. Call me Mr. Chane."

I was taken aback. Could it be because I called Patrick "dear boss"?

While contemplating, I suddenly felt an itch in my hand.

I lowered my eyes and saw that Edwin had put down his wine glass and started playing with my hand without me realizing it.

I was discouraged, "Edwin, that tickles."

Edwin paused, his hand firmly holding mine, fingers intertwined.

I no longer felt the tickling, but it was just a bit weird to hold hands with Edwin, considering our current relationship.

I struggled but couldn't pull my hand away.

"Okay, forget it. I better not provoke Edwin and make him angry.

I don't want to drink whiskey." I thought to myself.