"It's okay; I finally get to experience what it was like for him to always be so busy." Charlotte Green gently patted Kevin Cliff's shoulder, chuckling softly, "I also understand why he dislikes socializing now—it's really annoying!"
The tail end of her voice was soft and coquettish, as if she was acting coy.
Oliver Hilton was utterly bewildered on the side.
What was this performance about? It surely wasn't following the script, was it?
Wasn't she supposed to be a hedgehog now, impenetrable and hard to attack? How come after just a few drinks, she was throwing herself into his arms?
Speaking of drinks, Oliver Hilton looked up and scanned his surroundings, spotting a pile of bottles in a corner. He picked up a bottle of vodka, hid it behind his back, and walked over to quietly slip it to Kevin Cliff while giving him meaningful glances.
Kevin Cliff really wondered how he ever became friends with Oliver Hilton. What a sneaky move!
