Slow down? I'm Afraid You Won't Be Used to It
Gilberto stared at the man in front of him, who raised his neck and his face turned red.
The light was dim, making it difficult to see his facial expression clearly.
"I only gave you one chance!" Gilberto's voice was cold.
Brock's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched Gilberto's wrist with both hands, shaking his head, "No, it wasn't."
Gilberto's lips turned into a straight line, and then he threw the person against the wall.
Brock knelt on the ground in agony, coughing violently.
He watched the man's tall and slender figure, unable to free himself from the heartache.
I saw Gilberto sitting on the couch, opening a bottle of red wine and chugging it down his throat. He staggered to his feet, leaning against the wall as he walked towards Gilberto.
"Gilbert……
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