Ian sobbed for a long time in Tia's shoulders. When he calmed down Tia kissed his forehead lighlty, just like how he used to kiss her.
Him showing his vulnerable side to her made Tia's heart hurt so much. He patted his back lightly then asked..
"Why don't you take a rest first, okay?"
She scooted over to make room for Ian to lie upon.
Since she was admitted to the VIP room, the bed is much bigger than the standard beds available in common wards.
"Tian-Tian I want to talk about...."
"Sshhhh... Let's talk about it after we get to our home okay? Go get some sleep first. Be good now."
Hearing her saying "our home" and her coaxing voice made Ian's emotions finally relax.
He immediately fell asleep. His face was so peaceful as if he just took the sweetest most tranquil sleep he have ever had.
Pixie Potion===
Inside the lounge area Charlie is drinking beer nonstop while Kenny quietly sat beside him, observing him.
"Im pathetic and desperate am I?"
Charlie asked. He looked so downcasted and dispirited and he reeks of alcohol.
"Yes, but I admire your courage though. I mean you have guts to confess looking like a homeless beggar..." Kenny sarcastically replied.
"Fucker, stop adding insult to injury."
"Im just stating facts!"
"I don't know how can I recover from this..." Charlie helplessly sighed. The scornful gaze from TP was embedded to his mind.
He never thought someone will look at him with such disdain in their eyes.
"Chill, she just said that she doesn't give a fuck about you but she didn't say she doesn't love you."
"Fucker what do you mean?"
"I mean you should read between the lines."
"Don't keep my hopes up asshole"
"Fine if you want to give up it's up to you.."
Kenny shrugged. Although TP tried to hide her emotions he still manage to caught on her.
His keen observation skills was the reason he chose to become a psychiatrist.
The truth is, their family specializes in construction industry.
He deviated from their line of business so he can purse his hobby of studying and observing people.
"Then tell me, do I still have a chance?" Charlie melancholically asked.
"I think you do, but you need to get your shit together first. Go take a shower fucktard you smell like a walking whiskey...
You need to have a gameplan. How can you come to a battle without any weapons and just courage. You'll surely lose moron!"
Then he drag Charlie out of the bar and drove him to his villa.