Grayson frowned, "I know. But I also know that you've never drank this much."
"People change." Neville took a sip from his glass as if to taunt Grayson. "Cheers."
Grayson exhaled and called, "Neville. Even adults had their limits."
"Touché. Now we can test what my limits are."
"Are you seriously going to drink yourself away tonight?" Grayson asked with a more grave tone than before.
Neville held his gaze before looking away.
"Move your hand," he said flatly.
But Grayson did not move his hand.
It was infuriating, but what could he do?
This was his beloved.
"Neville." His voice dropped, low enough that the background noise drowned it. "What's wrong?"
Neville opened his mouth—and closed it again. He sensed someone coming from his peripheral vision.
Lilianna.
She approached with a faint smile on her face.
Behind her, Julius adjusted his position, moving closer to Iris and Sarah. He unusually engaged them in a conversation to stop their gazes from looking back at Lilianna.
