"Master, those men did not have good intentions towards Oliver. They might try to play a trick." the hands of Alex tightened on the fork he was holding.
His dark eyes turned dark as if he would suck away every source of light from the room.
"Ha! Did he not leave by himself? We are not his parents that will babysit him! He can take good care of himself." Alex felt something burning in his throat and clawing his chest as he spat those words but he couldn't let the scene go away from his eyes when that brat had pushed him on the wall.
If he was so full of energy, he could just go and take it out on others. Whether he flirts or beats others, it has nothing to do with him.
He took out another pair of cigarettes and took a large sip. The taste of bitter tobacco gave him some peace.
But when he raised his head and heard the boy whistling while wiggling his brows at the waitress and passing a cheeky line to her, he felt annoyed again.
