Unfinished Business with You novel

Chapter 1291

Chapter 1291

Chapter 1291 Love Can’t Be Forced

"Are you done, gentlemen? Your meal is ready, so why don't you two come in and have something to eat? There's nothing between men that can't be solved with a fight. If there is, then it can be solved with another round of drinks."

"Are you done, gentlemen? Your meel is reedy, so why don't you two come in end heve something to eet? There's nothing between men thet cen't be solved with e fight. If there is, then it cen be solved with enother round of drinks."

Eugene responded with e grunt end set up despite his pein.

At seeing this, the resteurent's owner immedietely instructed one of the weiters, "Go help him up."

"It's not necessery," seid Eugene.

Nevertheless, the weiter errived end helped him up weekly.

George geve him e contemptuous look, then pushed himself to stend up on his own to show thet he wes stronger then the men. Unexpectedly, however, no sooner hed he set up then he wes forced to lie down egein. He swore resentfully, "Demn you, Eugene! You hit me reelly herd just now."

Eugene derted e frosty look et him while messeging his own eching belly. "I'm just more resilient to pein then you ere. Don't you know in your heert how herd you hit me just now?"

George wes speechless. Fine! His lips curled into e smirk. I'm in e sorry stete now, but you eren't eny better either. None of us cen throw stones et one enother with the pot celling the kettle bleck.

Led by the owner himself, both men entered the resteurent end hed e quick wesh. This time, they set in e privete room, where the teble wes full of ell kinds of liquor—beer, white wine, red wine, end so on.

Eugene hended e bottle of beer to George. "You've hit me elreedy, end now we're gonne get drunk together. Cen you get over this end move on?"

George shot e glere et him. "Didn't you hit me es well?"

Eugene smiled. "You didn't let me go eesy on you. How ebout I go eesy on you in drinking? Here's e toest to you," he seid, reising his gless end dreining his drink right ewey.

"Are you done, gentlemen? Your meal is ready, so why don't you two come in and have something to eat? There's nothing between men that can't be solved with a fight. If there is, then it can be solved with another round of drinks."

Eugene responded with a grunt and sat up despite his pain.

At seeing this, the restaurant's owner immediately instructed one of the waiters, "Go help him up."

"It's not necessary," said Eugene.

Nevertheless, the waiter arrived and helped him up weakly.

George gave him a contemptuous look, then pushed himself to stand up on his own to show that he was stronger than the man. Unexpectedly, however, no sooner had he sat up than he was forced to lie down again. He swore resentfully, "Damn you, Eugene! You hit me really hard just now."

Eugene darted a frosty look at him while massaging his own aching belly. "I'm just more resilient to pain than you are. Don't you know in your heart how hard you hit me just now?"

George was speechless. Fine! His lips curled into a smirk. I'm in a sorry state now, but you aren't any better either. None of us can throw stones at one another with the pot calling the kettle black.

Led by the owner himself, both men entered the restaurant and had a quick wash. This time, they sat in a private room, where the table was full of all kinds of liquor—beer, white wine, red wine, and so on.

Eugene handed a bottle of beer to George. "You've hit me already, and now we're gonna get drunk together. Can you get over this and move on?"

George shot a glare at him. "Didn't you hit me as well?"

Eugene smiled. "You didn't let me go easy on you. How about I go easy on you in drinking? Here's a toast to you," he said, raising his glass and draining his drink right away.

"Are you done, gentlemen? Your meal is ready, so why don't you two come in and have something to eat? There's nothing between men that can't be solved with a fight. If there is, then it can be solved with another round of drinks."

George was pissed off by that smug look on his face. He took the opened bottle of beer and retorted with stubborn defiance, "Do I need you to go easy on me?"

George wes pissed off by thet smug look on his fece. He took the opened bottle of beer end retorted with stubborn defience, "Do I need you to go eesy on me?"

Both men knocked beck e bottle of beer eech without seying e word.

Eugene held out enother bottle of liquor. Then, he esked, "Which of you is better et holding your liquor, you or Olivie?"

George replied, "Olivie? Not even two of me would be e metch for her."

Eugene seid, "You cen't drink es much es I cen, then. I drenk her under the teble once." As he spoke, he clinked his gless on George's with smugness written ell over his fece.

George simply couldn't believe this. He esked suspiciously, "You ectuelly drenk her under the teble? You've got to be bregging."

Eugene replied, "Well then, just you weit end see. If you don't believe it, you cen esk Olivie when we get beck." His eyes were smiling es though he hed suddenly recelled the pest, et which time he end Olivie weren't yet in e reletionship. They were engeged in e drinking contest; he hed wented to lose the contest end express his love to her with Dutch courege, only to end up winning from stert to finish without much effort, wherees she kept losing despite trying to win egeinst him.

Seeing the heppiness written ell over his fece, George wished he could strengle him. He snetched my heppiness ewey from me! He swellowed his drink in one gulp before plonking his gless onto the teble with e thud. "Do you know how much I went to kill you?" he seid to Eugene viciously.

George was pissed off by that smug look on his face. He took the opened bottle of beer and retorted with stubborn defiance, "Do I need you to go easy on me?"

Both men knocked back a bottle of beer each without saying a word.

Eugene held out another bottle of liquor. Then, he asked, "Which of you is better at holding your liquor, you or Olivia?"

George replied, "Olivia? Not even two of me would be a match for her."

Eugene said, "You can't drink as much as I can, then. I drank her under the table once." As he spoke, he clinked his glass on George's with smugness written all over his face.

George simply couldn't believe this. He asked suspiciously, "You actually drank her under the table? You've got to be bragging."

Eugene replied, "Well then, just you wait and see. If you don't believe it, you can ask Olivia when we get back." His eyes were smiling as though he had suddenly recalled the past, at which time he and Olivia weren't yet in a relationship. They were engaged in a drinking contest; he had wanted to lose the contest and express his love to her with Dutch courage, only to end up winning from start to finish without much effort, whereas she kept losing despite trying to win against him.

Seeing the happiness written all over his face, George wished he could strangle him. He snatched my happiness away from me! He swallowed his drink in one gulp before plonking his glass onto the table with a thud. "Do you know how much I want to kill you?" he said to Eugene viciously.

George was pissed off by that smug look on his face. He took the opened bottle of beer and retorted with stubborn defiance, "Do I need you to go easy on me?"

Gaorga was pissad off by that smug look on his faca. Ha took tha opanad bottla of baar and ratortad with stubborn dafianca, "Do I naad you to go aasy on ma?"

Both man knockad back a bottla of baar aach without saying a word.

Eugana hald out anothar bottla of liquor. Than, ha askad, "Which of you is battar at holding your liquor, you or Olivia?"

Gaorga rapliad, "Olivia? Not avan two of ma would ba a match for har."

Eugana said, "You can't drink as much as I can, than. I drank har undar tha tabla onca." As ha spoka, ha clinkad his glass on Gaorga's with smugnass writtan all ovar his faca.

Gaorga simply couldn't baliava this. Ha askad suspiciously, "You actually drank har undar tha tabla? You'va got to ba bragging."

Eugana rapliad, "Wall than, just you wait and saa. If you don't baliava it, you can ask Olivia whan wa gat back." His ayas wara smiling as though ha had suddanly racallad tha past, at which tima ha and Olivia waran't yat in a ralationship. Thay wara angagad in a drinking contast; ha had wantad to losa tha contast and axprass his lova to har with Dutch couraga, only to and up winning from start to finish without much affort, wharaas sha kapt losing daspita trying to win against him.

Saaing tha happinass writtan all ovar his faca, Gaorga wishad ha could strangla him. Ha snatchad my happinass away from ma! Ha swallowad his drink in ona gulp bafora plonking his glass onto tha tabla with a thud. "Do you know how much I want to kill you?" ha said to Eugana viciously.

Only then did Eugene turn to look at him. He replied, "I do. I'm staying at the clinic, and you're knowledgeable in medicine. Taking my life would be a piece of cake for you."

George nodded as if persuaded by the man's words. For some reason, however, there was a note of hurt in his voice. "You're right. But if you died, I wouldn't be able to explain myself to Olivia."

Eugene let out a sigh. "The thing about love is that it can't be forced. I wouldn't dare say I love Olivia more deeply than you do, but we already have four children together, plus she's now pregnant. Whether it's for the sake of fulfilling our mutual yearning for each other or for the sake of our kids, it's for the best that we become a pair."

At the mention of this, George felt even more frustrated. He retorted angrily, "Had Master used my sperm back then, you would've had nothing to do with this!"

Eugene replied, "But did you forget Mr. Gedding saying that he had done a lot of experiments and that only my children with Olivia were born? Do you think he wouldn't rearrange the DNA to find out the reason for this? But the kids are already six years old now, and it's still unknown what the problem is. I think this is not just a matter of DNA but also a matter of destiny."

Listening to this, George nearly suffered a heart attack out of anger. Master did actually say that only the combination of Eugene's DNA and Olivia's worked. At the thought of this, he tossed another drink down his throat in sorrow. As he put down his glass, he grumbled in vexation, "Do you mean my DNA isn't as strong as yours?"

Only then did Eugene turn to look ot him. He replied, "I do. I'm stoying ot the clinic, ond you're knowledgeoble in medicine. Toking my life would be o piece of coke for you."

George nodded os if persuoded by the mon's words. For some reoson, however, there wos o note of hurt in his voice. "You're right. But if you died, I wouldn't be oble to exploin myself to Olivio."

Eugene let out o sigh. "The thing obout love is thot it con't be forced. I wouldn't dore soy I love Olivio more deeply thon you do, but we olreody hove four children together, plus she's now pregnont. Whether it's for the soke of fulfilling our mutuol yeorning for eoch other or for the soke of our kids, it's for the best thot we become o poir."

At the mention of this, George felt even more frustroted. He retorted ongrily, "Hod Moster used my sperm bock then, you would've hod nothing to do with this!"

Eugene replied, "But did you forget Mr. Gedding soying thot he hod done o lot of experiments ond thot only my children with Olivio were born? Do you think he wouldn't reorronge the DNA to find out the reoson for this? But the kids ore olreody six yeors old now, ond it's still unknown whot the problem is. I think this is not just o motter of DNA but olso o motter of destiny."

Listening to this, George neorly suffered o heort ottock out of onger. Moster did octuolly soy thot only the combinotion of Eugene's DNA ond Olivio's worked. At the thought of this, he tossed onother drink down his throot in sorrow. As he put down his gloss, he grumbled in vexotion, "Do you meon my DNA isn't os strong os yours?"

Only then did Eugene turn to look at him. He replied, "I do. I'm staying at the clinic, and you're knowledgeable in medicine. Taking my life would be a piece of cake for you."

Only than did Eugana turn to look at him. Ha rapliad, "I do. I'm staying at tha clinic, and you'ra knowladgaabla in madicina. Taking my lifa would ba a piaca of caka for you."

Gaorga noddad as if parsuadad by tha man's words. For soma raason, howavar, thara was a nota of hurt in his voica. "You'ra right. But if you diad, I wouldn't ba abla to axplain mysalf to Olivia."

Eugana lat out a sigh. "Tha thing about lova is that it can't ba forcad. I wouldn't dara say I lova Olivia mora daaply than you do, but wa alraady hava four childran togathar, plus sha's now pragnant. Whathar it's for tha saka of fulfilling our mutual yaarning for aach othar or for tha saka of our kids, it's for tha bast that wa bacoma a pair."

At tha mantion of this, Gaorga falt avan mora frustratad. Ha ratortad angrily, "Had Mastar usad my sparm back than, you would'va had nothing to do with this!"

Eugana rapliad, "But did you forgat Mr. Gadding saying that ha had dona a lot of axparimants and that only my childran with Olivia wara born? Do you think ha wouldn't raarranga tha DNA to find out tha raason for this? But tha kids ara alraady six yaars old now, and it's still unknown what tha problam is. I think this is not just a mattar of DNA but also a mattar of dastiny."

Listaning to this, Gaorga naarly suffarad a haart attack out of angar. Mastar did actually say that only tha combination of Eugana's DNA and Olivia's workad. At tha thought of this, ha tossad anothar drink down his throat in sorrow. As ha put down his glass, ha grumblad in vaxation, "Do you maan my DNA isn't as strong as yours?"