Chapter 56

"Ah, aah!"

Just as he thought that, George dropped the new fork that the employee had brought. George turned pale, but Greyson looked at him with disappointment. George, you already did that earlier. You need to show something new. If you keep repeating the same thing, viewers will turn off the video they're watching and move on to other content. What will you do if your subscriber count drops? You'll go bankrupt!

As if he had heard the internal scolding, George, who had been at a loss, made eye contact with Greyson. George was startled, but Greyson didn't miss the opportunity and shook his head with a cold face. As if to say, get a grip. One must distinguish between times to encourage and times to caution. That's how progress happens.

It was all done with George in mind, but unexpectedly, he twisted his face miserably and hung his head low. The two fists clenched under the table looked ominous. In the situation where George was pale, grinding his teeth, and trembling, Dane, who had been cutting his steak, suddenly opened his mouth.

"How is Charlie doing?"

"Yes, y-yes?"

George hurriedly raised his head and blinked. With a blank expression as if he hadn't understood properly, Dane looked at him, pausing before putting the meat in his mouth.

"I'm asking if Charlie is doing well. Is he not sick anywhere?"

"What? Yes... I mentioned earlier... oh."

George's complexion brightened as he belatedly understood the intention. He hurriedly nodded and gathered his words.

"H-he's doing well. He's not s-sick anywhere. Ah, I took some pictures, would you like to see?"

Without waiting for an answer, George fumbled to take out his mobile phone and browsed through his album. When he opened the numerous dog pictures he had taken and showed them to Dane, he leaned toward George while chewing his meat. George's face immediately turned bright red. He glanced at Dane and began to explain the pictures enthusiastically. This one was taken right in front of the house yesterday, this one in the living room, this one while playing, this one, this one... With the endless stream of words, Greyson soon grew bored.

Rather than that, continuing the show from earlier would be much more fun. George, can't you see what others are expecting? Provide new content before the interest disappears, hurry!

But regardless of his thoughts, George, who had become excited from that moment, kept talking about the dog. Greyson thought that just collecting the word 'Charlie' that he had heard throughout the meal would make a whole book.

Dane didn't seem particularly interested, but George persevered stubbornly. Like many people who raise children or animals.

Perhaps Charlie was the only topic about dogs that could capture Dane's interest. Greyson looked with pity at the boring man across the table who kept talking. Contrary to Dane's indifferent reaction, George couldn't take his eyes off him the whole time, with his cheeks full of blush and his voice unusually high. Anyone could tell that the man was extremely excited.

He's completely fallen for him.

Greyson quietly observed George's face while drinking wine. More precisely, it would be accurate to say he was looking at his eyes. He knew that face and those eyes. The eyes with which the Omega and Alpha who gave birth to him looked at each other. The eyes of love. Eyes deeply immersed as if there were only two people in the world.

The reason George's neck was red wasn't just because of alcohol. Even though Dane wasn't giving proper responses, he was so happy just being together that he didn't know what to do.

See that, love is such a happy thing.

He smiled, raising the corners of his mouth at the thought that his belief was not wrong. Dane had mocked Greyson many times and denied love, but that was just his arrogance. Love exists. Just like that, even in that man's eyes.

Unfortunately, despite searching so desperately for his destiny, Greyson had never met such a partner even once. The emptiness of having to place new expectations each time after being disappointed whenever he had hoped, maybe this time.

He couldn't find in himself the affection that he saw in the eyes of those who looked at him. What kind of feeling was that? Greyson wanted to know so badly. How unfair it was that it clearly existed, yet he couldn't find it.

He emptied the wine glass in front of him with bitterness.

By the time the meal was ending, George was completely drunk. His pronunciation was inaccurate, and a smile never left his lips. It was obvious to anyone that he was in ecstasy as if dreaming. By the time they were leaving the restaurant, he could barely even walk properly.

"I'll drive, give me the keys."

When Dane held out his hand, he shook his head with a "hehe" laugh.

"No, I'm going to take you home..."

"You're drunk. You drank too."

Dane, who had glanced at Greyson, turned his gaze back to George.

"I'm the only one who didn't drink. So I'll drive."

"But nooo... it's my car..."

George continued to resist, but Dane wouldn't tolerate wasting time like this. He frowned, then suddenly tapped one of George's shoulders, causing the defenseless man to stagger backward. He almost fell and made a spectacle of himself, but blocked by the pillar-like man standing behind him, he managed to stand, albeit wobbling.

"Hold him."

Dane, who had ordered Greyson, rummaged through George's pockets without warning. Easily finding the keys in his pants pocket, Dane turned around first and walked toward the car.

"Heeng..."

Greyson, who had glanced down at the man making a dejected sound like a puppy, patted the shoulder he was still holding.

"Cheer up, you had a fun lunch anyway, right? That's enough."

At those words, George raised his head. Stretching his neck to look up at Greyson, he asked.

"Is that sooo?"

"Of course. It's a memory that will last a lifetime, isn't it? You'll reminisce about it while drinking hot cocoa in front of the fireplace when you're dying. Ah, those two men were so handsome and cool that day, you'll say."

"Two men?"

"Yes."

Greyson pointed to Dane and himself alternately with his finger as if it were obvious. "Ah..." George made a weak sound and turned his head. Looking at Dane with hazy eyes, he muttered.

"That's rightt, he's so handsomee... his body is also... so good..."

"Yes, you're lucky."

"Am I?"

"Of course. Cheer up."

When he uttered the flattery that anyone would say in such a situation, George made a "heeng" sound like a puppy. Just as Greyson laughed briefly in disbelief, Dane, who had opened the passenger door of the car, walked over.

"Give him to me."

Dane, who took the man, held him in his arms and said to Greyson.

"I'll take George home and go, so you find your own way back."

"What?"

At the unexpected situation, Greyson unconsciously asked again. Dane, however, continued speaking with an indifferent face, as if he didn't care about his reaction.

"You can take a taxi or something? Well then, I'll be..."

"Wait..."

Just as Greyson was about to say something, George, who had been resting his head on Dane's chest, raised his head and asked, blinking his drowsy eyes.

"Hey, how about coming to my place for another drink?"

At the unclear pronunciation, Greyson frowned, but Dane's reaction was different.

"Sure."

At his words, spoken with a faint smile, George suddenly straightened up and shouted in surprise.

"Really?"

"Weren't you drunk?"

Greyson immediately asked in disbelief at George's appearance, who shouted with clear pronunciation and focused eyes, unlike just before. Once again, George, startled, mumbled awkwardly.

"Well, I sober up quickly..."

Then Dane said nonchalantly.

"That's good, I don't sleep with drunk partners."

At those words, George's eyes widened even more, and Greyson also looked at Dane with enlarged eyes.