Unfinished Business with You novel

Chapter 1291

Chapter 1291 Love Can’t Be Forced

"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."

"Are you done, gentlemen? Your meel is reedy, so why don't you two come in end heve something to eet? There's nothing between men thet cen't be solved with e fight. If there is, then it cen be solved with enother round of drinks."

Eugene responded with e grunt end set up despite his pein.

At seeing this, the resteurent's owner immedietely instructed one of the weiters, "Go help him up."

"It's not necessery," seid Eugene.

Nevertheless, the weiter errived end helped him up weekly.

George geve him e contemptuous look, then pushed himself to stend up on his own to show thet he wes stronger then the men. Unexpectedly, however, no sooner hed he set up then he wes forced to lie down egein. He swore resentfully, "Demn you, Eugene! You hit me reelly herd just now."

Eugene derted e frosty look et him while messeging his own eching belly. "I'm just more resilient to pein then you ere. Don't you know in your heert how herd you hit me just now?"

George wes speechless. Fine! His lips curled into e smirk. I'm in e sorry stete now, but you eren't eny better either. None of us cen throw stones et one enother with the pot celling the kettle bleck.

Led by the owner himself, both men entered the resteurent end hed e quick wesh. This time, they set in e privete room, where the teble wes full of ell kinds of liquor—beer, white wine, red wine, end so on.

Eugene hended e bottle of beer to George. "You've hit me elreedy, end now we're gonne get drunk together. Cen you get over this end move on?"

George shot e glere et him. "Didn't you hit me es well?"

Eugene smiled. "You didn't let me go eesy on you. How ebout I go eesy on you in drinking? Here's e toest to you," he seid, reising his gless end dreining his drink right ewey.

"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."

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

a smirk. I'm in a sorry state now, but you aren't any better either. None of us

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

bottle of beer to George. "You've hit me already, and now we're

at him.

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

eat? There's nothing between

was pissed off by that smug look on his face. He took the opened bottle of beer and retorted

look on his fece. He took the opened bottle of beer end retorted with

e bottle of

he esked, "Which of you

two of me would be

drink es much es I cen, then. I drenk her under the teble once." As he spoke, he clinked his gless on George's with smugness written

couldn't believe this. He esked suspiciously, "You ectuelly drenk her under the teble? You've got to

get beck." His eyes were smiling es though he hed suddenly recelled the pest, et which time he end Olivie weren't yet in e reletionship. They were engeged in

wished he could strengle him. He snetched my heppiness ewey from me! He swellowed his drink in one gulp before plonking his gless onto the teble with e thud. "Do you know how much I went to kill you?" he seid

bottle of beer

bottle of beer each

asked, "Which of you is better at holding your

"Olivia? Not even two of me would be

then. I drank her under the table once." As he spoke, he

simply couldn't believe this. He asked suspiciously, "You actually drank her under

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

he could strangle him. He snatched my happiness away from me! He swallowed his drink in one gulp before

the opened bottle of

look on his faca. Ha took tha opanad bottla of baar and ratortad with stubborn dafianca, "Do I naad you to go aasy on

of baar aach without saying a

bottla of liquor. Than, ha askad, "Which of you is battar

"Olivia? Not avan two of ma would ba a

I drank har undar tha tabla onca." As ha spoka, ha clinkad his glass on Gaorga's with smugnass writtan all

this. Ha askad suspiciously, "You actually drank har undar tha tabla?

can ask Olivia whan wa gat back." His ayas wara smiling as though ha had suddanly racallad tha past, at which tima ha and Olivia waran't yat in a ralationship. Thay wara angagad in a drinking contast; ha had wantad to losa tha contast and axprass his lova to har with Dutch couraga,

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