Meanwhile…
Marcus swirled a whiskey in his hand, sitting on the couch quietly, deep in thought. Fil didn't react much to his confession, which he expected. After all, she just got out of a long relationship, and having to face many emotions was probably overwhelming.
"Vincent," he whispered, shifting his eyes to the open small box containing the cufflink in front of him. "I can't let him have her back."
A glint flickered across his eyes, thinking of the ploy Vincent tried to pull off the last time. Although Marcus was proud that Fil saw through it and called it out, it was still not enough. Marcus knew his friend and what he was capable of.
Vincent could be dumb, but was also scheming.
Marcus chugged down the whiskey in one go, hissing as he placed the glass on the low table. He then picked up one of the cufflinks in the box before he leaned back against the couch. He stared at it, deep in thought.
