As my consciousness slowly slipped away, Landon whispered softly into my ear, “Christine, if it feels good, then never leave me, okay?”
The night of Jorgie Zayn’s birthday, I had a friend deliver the gift I bought in Harbor City to him.
Hansen sat on the couch, smoking. More than half of the bottle in front of him was already empty.
Landon had picked the gift with me.
It was a pair of vintage cufflinks from a high–end designer brand that he loved.
“These cufflinks are pretty nice.” Jorgie smiled stiffly. He glanced at Hansen’s face and didn’t dare to say much more as he hurriedly had his girlfriend keep the box.
“Hand them over,” Hansen said suddenly,
Jorgie hesitated for a moment but didn’t dare to refuse. He quickly handed the box over.
Hansen stared at the cufflinks.
The brand’s logo was discreet and almost unnoticeable, but Hansen stared at it for a long time.
“Put them away.” Hansen closed the box and pushed it aside.
Jorgie breathed a sigh of relief and quickly reached out to grab it.
But Hansen suddenly grabbed an empty bottle in front of him and smashed it violently against the coffee table..
Shards of glass flew everywhere, and a deep cut appeared on the back of his hand.
The room immediately erupted into chaos.
“What’s going on? Why did you suddenly lose your temper, Hansen?”
“That’s a nasty cut, and the bleeding isn’t stopping. You should go to the hospital…”
Hansen stood there, unmoving. His expression was dark and hostile.
“Christine has never bought anything from this brand before,” he said in a low voice that was hoarse and deep.
Jorgie hurriedly tried to laugh it off. “That’s nothing. Christine might have just picked something at random. It’s not like when she buys your birthday gifts. She always planned those months in advance.”
