You Changed
1561 Words
The thick smell of century-old alcohol and cigarettes pervaded the private room. Maverick’s brows knitted slightly at the sight of the table.
On the dark table were dozens of bottles of whisky, liquor, and wine, and several bottles were empty.
Indifferently, Maverick strode into the private room and sat on one of the couches elegantly, a domineering and majestic aura oozing out of him.
Burke casually arched his brows and continued to smoke the half-stick cigarette he held in his hand. He lazily glanced at Maverick. "Brother three, you disappeared again. This time and that time for that woman,” he puffed out the smoke enchantingly.
Maverick ignored Burke's statement and poured a century-old whisky into a new glass cup. He swirled it before chugging it down his throat. He gave Burke a languid glance that seemed to accuse Burke of being wasted at such a time of the day.
“Eh eh. It's not the first time.” Burke chuckled indifferently, but one won't fail to catch the sadness in it. He casually poured a glass of whisky down his throat. “When are you marrying that woman?” His hold on the glass became tight, and his gaze suddenly turned cold.
“En?” Maverick narrowed his eyes in irritation and downed another glass. Somehow, the woman’s voice kept filling his ears, distracting him over and over again. ‘You're getting married to Tatiana; it can't be that you plan to cheat on her with your ex.’
Upon seeing Maverick's carefree expression, a whole sense of danger overwhelmed Burke. What if? Then doesn’t that mean? “What if Amell steals that woman?” he clenched the glass and coldly uttered.
Maverick arched his brows and casually took an indifferent glance at Burke. Clearly, he was unfazed by Burke’s words.
Burke gnashed his teeth together, feeling that he was going to get infuriated to death by two… no. Three people.
Burke sat up and stared at Maverick seriously. “What's your plan? You can't lock that woman up for life. Hasn't she given birth to quadruplets for Corbyn Cirillo? Playing such a risky game for a substitute…”
“Quiet.” Maverick glared and scowled coldly, his black eyes seething with rage upon hearing Burke's words.
Immediately, he tugged at his tie and threw it on the sofa before unbuttoning three of his shirt buttons, giving one a chance to peek at the exquisite collarbone.
Burke’s lip twitched. A sense of danger and horror immediately overwhelmed him upon realizing something. “You changed. Have you… It can’t be that you’ve fallen in love with that woman, can it?” He seriously inquired and puffed out a smoke.
Burke can’t help but find the thought hilarious. After all, throughout the time Valencia stood by Maverick's side, she was unable to stir up a bit of his emotions. This can’t be the same thing as treasuring something after losing it, can it?
Moreover, it’s just been a few days since Valencia returned; how can Maverick fall in love? Too absurd!
Maverick chugged down another glass and glared at Burke coldly. “Tatiana…”
Burke’s expression changed, and he interjected immediately, “You took in Tatiana to repay that year's favor.”
“En.” Maverick nodded, and a solemn expression overtook his face as if he were considering something important. He gave Burke a languid glance, but it made Burke’s hair stand on end. “How about Amell…”
Burke scowled, and his eyes spewed fire. “You dare? Just marry that woman!” He articulated fiercely.
Suddenly, Burke fell back on the chair dejectedly and continued to smoke stick after stick. He eyed Maverick, who kept chugging whisky after whisky down his throat in alarm. Burke was the one who called Maverick out. Why is Maverick drinking more than him?
Burke propped his head and placed his legs on the table elegantly. “Why are you drinking so much when I was the one who called you in? Did you fight? Regardless, you'll have to return her to Cirillo; she's married and has kids for... ”
Amell and Farrell pushed past the door.
Upon hearing Burke’s words, Amell's pupils constricted, and he sat opposite Maverick in disbelief. “That Valencia woman is really around? Tatiana has been crying…”
Burke snorted loudly without taking a glance at Amell. He chugged down a glass of liquor and monologues, “Didn't she have you to comfort her? Being so lovey-dovey all day as if you were the real couple. Makes me want to puke.”
Amell’s expression turned dark in that instant. He pursed his lips and picked up a glass. “I won't pay attention to a drunkard.” He retorted
Farrell elegantly sat next to Burke. He picked up a new glass and poured wine into it. He swirled it and casually took a glance at Maverick and Burke with his seductive fox eyes. “What's with brother three and brother one?” He leisurely inquired and then took a glance at Burke. “Valencia is here?”
“Hm.” Burke leaned back on the chair and glanced at the detached Maverick before taking a glance at Farrell. “Brother three kidnapped her from Corbyn.”
Farrell’s brows arched, and he rolled his sleeves. “It can't be that Brother Three wants to use that woman to deal with the Cirillo family? Even though the Vandenberg family and the Cirillo family are enemies, I'll look down on Brother Three if Brother Three uses such devious tricks.”
Burke’s lips curved up, and he chortled in amusement. He puffed out smoke.
If it were as Farrell spoke, then dealing with it would be easy, but the real problem is that no one knows what Maverick is thinking about that Valencia woman. “I'm afraid that it's not as simple as Brother One thought.”
Amell’s eyes narrowed, and he stared at Maverick with mixed feelings. “Brother three, you don't want to marry Tatiana?”
Burke snorted and stared into the distance before giving Amell a languid gaze and responding, “It's too early for brother four to be rejoicing…”
Amell’s eyes darkened, and his gaze turned cold. He slammed the glass cup he held on the table out of fury. “Scram.” He bellowed
Farrell took a glance at the two and secretly shook his head. He massaged his brows upon noticing that Burke was in a bad mood and Maverick was detachedly chugging bottle after bottle. He could feel a massive headache coming.
If that little bastard of Burke is said to annoy Burke, it can’t be that Valencia is behind Maverick's blaséness? Farrell found the thought scary in that instant.
“Corbyn quickly got her pregnant with a quadruplet. She must be special.” He raised his head while his eyes were fixated on Maverick.
Immediately. Maverick’s expression turned colder, and his grip on the glass he held unconsciously tightened. Farrell’s brows knitted immediately.
Burke nodded his head and stared at Farrell in approval. “I also think she’s charming….” Burke was yet to complete his words when Maverick directed a meaningful gaze at him.
Burke slammed the glass on the table and drew his lips into a thin line. That bastard. Burke wished that Maverick would be c**k-block one…
BANG!!!
The sudden kick of the private room door from outside interrupted their conversations.
Farrell's expression turned gloomy, and he sat up, “Which family bastard…”
Farrell was yet to complete his sentence when a gloomy Corbyn Cirillo strode into the private room.
Burke sneered coldly and sarcastically said, “If it's not Corbyn Cirillo. I didn't expect the legendary Corbyn Cirillo to grace us with his visit.”
Corbyn coldly ignored Burke and strode towards Maverick. “Where's Valencia?”
Maverick arched his brows lazily and replied in a detached yet elegant, domineering voice. “Home.”
Corbyn’s eyes turned dark. “Her home is by my side.” He roared
Maverick’s lips curved slightly. He elegantly puffed out a stick of smoke and lazily stared at Corbyn. “Changed. I'll invite you when we have quadruplets…”
“You bastard!” Corbyn raised his fist and punched Maverick in the face immediately. His eyes were filled with a fierce glint.
He grabbed the aloof Maverick by the collar and seethed, “What do you think of her? Your plaything?”
He threw Maverick’s collar away and straightened his back. His dark eyes spewed fire, and he smirked. “Cocky bastard, If you dare hurt even a hair of Valencia, the Cirillo won't hesitate to sweep your Vandenberg off their feet. Enjoy it while it lasts!” He bellowed coldly and strode out of the private room.
“That bastard!” Farrell clicked his tongue. He eyed Maverick and sighed. “Brother three, just let that woman go.” He was yet to complete his sentence when he was rewarded with a death glare by Maverick.
Farrell waved his hands in the air and picked up his drink. “Forget it.”
Burke’s lips curved upward, and he rubbed his hand in anticipation of the upcoming fight between the Vandeberg and the Cirillo, all because of Valencia. “It’s quite interesting to see Corbyn lose his calm. He really likes that woman.”
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