Harith squinted his eyes out of reflex, shocked being shoved to the side as the person of a higher class was throwing up in the kitchen sink. He was trying to digest at what was going on.
'He barely even talk! Did he come here just to puke? Or is he to the point of being unwell that he threw up?'
As much as he tried to analyse the situation, nothing seemed to match. His only assumption was that the rich boy had stopped taking care of his own body while busy searching for his wife to the end of the Earth.
At least that was the only possible reason he could think of. The more he saw Bryce patting his back, the more Lucas heaved.
'Did he really long for human touch...? Is he craving for attention? Maybe he liked the attention that he pretended to dry heave even more?'
But he could not understand for what reason.
"Hey, man. Are you here to create trouble at someone's place so they would clean up your mess? Literally?"
