The image of the beautiful girl who was his best friend's lover had not disappeared, even though he had tried to chase away all the shadows.

Ferdinand sat at the bar with a glass of beer in his hand, his white face now turning reddish due to the influence of alcohol.

An entertainer came over, her slender fingers tried to touch the man.

"Handsome sir, why are you alone? How about I accompany you?"

Ferdinand turned his attention to the figure of the entertainer. When the woman smiled at Ferdinand's view, she looked like Seiran.

"Seiran, why are you here? Aren't you with Fransis now?"

The host smiled seductively, the sexy clothes she wore made a man's passion increase.

She didn't mind when Ferdinand referred to herself as Seiran, work as an entertainer was already an option.

"Sir, you seem to be drunk. How about we play more in the room." The woman got closer and even rubbed Ferdinand's breasts.

Ferdinand shook his head trying to get rid of the dizziness caused by the alcohol. He smiled when he realized that he had recognized the wrong person. The woman in front of him was not Seiran.

"Go!" Ferdinand pushed the woman. The woman almost fell due to Ferdinand's strong push.

The jet-black haired man took out his wallet, then took out several bills and gave them to the bartender.

With unsteady footsteps, Ferdinand walked away from the place.

While in front of the bar, Ferdinand looked up at the night sky, slightly pulling up the corners of his lips.

The man laughed at himself, how could it be possible to have wrong feelings for Seiran?

Drrt ...

Drrt...

The vibration of his cellphone brought Ferdinand out of his reverie. He lowered his face again.

His slender fingers reached into his trouser pocket, took out his cell phone and answered the phone call.

"What's wrong, Frans?" Apparently it was Fransis who contacted him.

"Where are you? It's already 11 o'clock at night, why aren't you home yet?"

Feelings of guilt increasingly pierced Ferdinand's heart, 15 years ago, when Fransis found himself persecuted, no one cared about him, the man reached out and made him a brother.

Even though he wasn't a sibling, Fransis always cared about him, but sometimes the golden-haired man got angry easily.

Ferdinand took a deep breath then let it out slowly, he rubbed his face gently.

"Ferdinand, what's wrong?"

Ferdinand frowned, Fransis' voice on the other end of the phone sounded very weak, as if he was talking to a hospital patient..

"I'm going home now."

That was Ferdinand's only answer.

Lonenlis Mansion...

Fransis put the cell phone on the small table near the bed after Ferdinand turned off the phone. He was returning to the bathroom when a strong urge came from his stomach to expel something.

Hoek ...

Hoek...

Fransis used one hand to support his body on the sink, while the other hand was free to hold his head.

"I don't know how long I'll be like this?" The golden-haired man stared at his reflection in the mirror, the light on his face almost gone, replaced by a pale color.

Not long after, he heard the sound of a car engine. Fransis slowly straightened his body again and went out of the bathroom.

Fransis walked towards the balcony, from where he was standing, he saw Ferdinand get out of the car.

Fransis' forehead frowned when he saw Seiran welcoming his friend. Previously he was sure that his lover was asleep, but what he saw really made his heart hurt.

The sapphire-eyed man continued to pay attention to the two most important people in his life, when Ferdinand smiled sweetly and when Seiran smiled shyly.

"Master, why is your face red? Are you drunk?" Seiran asked.

Ferdinand's head felt spinning due to the influence of alcohol, Seiran's beautiful face was clearly visible in his eyes. This time he was sure that he had not recognized the wrong person.

Ferdinand slowly raised his hand to touch the beautiful face in front of him. "Beautiful."

Seiran didn't understand Ferdinand's words, but there was a feeling of happiness in his heart at receiving praise from the jet black haired man.

Just as the hand almost touched Seiran's face, a large hand grabbed it.

"You're drunk, come with me!"

Ferdinand was surprised to hear Fransis' voice. He turned his attention to the source of the voice.

The golden-haired man could be seen looking at him coldly. Due to the influence of alcohol, Ferdinand didn't really care about his friend's warning.

Ferdinand threw Fransis' hand away, with angry eyes he said, "I'm not drunk!"

Ferdinand's body swayed, he couldn't even stand straight.

"I just want to touch my lover's face, why are you blocking it?!"

Fransis' expression darkened, he was annoyed and didn't like hearing Ferdinand call Seiran his lover.

"Look! Who is in front of you?! He is my fiancé! Not your lover!" The man shouted at Ferdinand.

Ferdinand turned his attention to Seiran, he chuckled to himself, raised his hand again to touch Seiran.

"Yes, she is Seiran. A beautiful girl I met in a café. I liked her."

Seiran was shocked to hear Ferdinand's direct confession. She turned to Fransis, the man's expression looked very angry, and his face was bright red.

"Sir, I am not your lover. Please don't talk like that, sir."

Ferdinand didn't care, alcohol had made his mind empty and only lust ruled.

Fransis clenched his fists, he raised his hand to pull Ferdinand's shirt collar and then punched his handsome face.

Ferdinand's body staggered backwards and almost fell. Seiran covered his mouth in shock.

Fransis walked up to Ferdinand, then said, "Have you regained consciousness?!"

Ferdinand tried to straighten up, he touched the corner of his lips which felt sore.

His consciousness began to return. He turned his attention to Seiran. The girl looked scared.

Without saying anything, Ferdinand left the two of them and went into the house.

Fransis looked back for a moment, making sure his friend went into the house and didn't come out under the influence of alcohol.

Seiran slowly walked over to Fransis, standing next to the man looking sadly at the memory of Ferdinand.

"Did you have to hit him?"

Fransis turned his attention to Seiran, changing his standing position to face the girl.

Fransis narrowed his eyes at his lover's question"What do you mean by that? Of course, I have to beat up anyone who dares to want you. You are my lover, the girl I love the most!"

Seiran was surprised to see Fransis' anger. She raised her eyes slightly to look at her lover's beautiful figure.

What Fransis said was true. For a long time, the man didn't like anyone wanting him. In the past, she had never complained and was even happy about the man's possessive treatment, but for some reason now a feeling of unease was creeping into her heart.

"I-I know, darling. I know you love me very much, but that Master was your friend. I don't want you two to fight because of me." Seiran tried to calm Francis down.

Fransis moved his hands to grab both of Seiran's hands, holding them gently, he looked at his lover gently and lovingly." Darling, you are my lover, I don't care about anyone or anything. For me... As long as I can be with you, I feel happy, and you are only mine."

Seira nodded with a strange feeling.