After James finished speaking, he turned to Christopher and said, "Chris, am I right?"

Christopher ignored him, picked up the whiskey bottle on the table, and poured it into a glass. Then he downed it, slammed the glass heavily on the table, and sat down opposite them.

His action shocked Daniel and James.

Both of them looked over in confusion.

"Chris, what’s wrong with you? Who ignited you?" James couldn’t help asking.

Christopher didn’t say anything, continued to fill the empty glass and looked up. "Aren’t you going to drink?"

He raised the glass.

James and Daniel looked at each other and then picked up their glasses.

"Yes, let’s drink."

The three glasses clinked together.

Christopher then downed a full glass of wine.

Seeing his actions, Daniel and James looked at each other in confusion.

"Chris, what are you..."

Daniel was more confused. Just now when they were on the golf course, Chris was still in good mood, but why did he suddenly become like this?

Christopher glanced at the two and said, "Drink."

As soon as he finished speaking, he emptied another glass.

James was speechless.

He gently nudged Daniel’s arm and whispered, "Hey, what’s wrong with Chris?"

Daniel said, "How would I know?"

"He fought with his wife?" James asked.

Daniel thought that it was possible.

Suddenly, he thought of something and then he picked up his phone and sent a message to Rob.

"What’s the name of the magazine you bought on the golf course?"

Soon, Rob replied, "I won’t tell you."

Daniel stared at the reply and gritted his teeth. He would find out by himself!

He then whispered to James, "Did Benjamin Taylor make any trouble recently?"

Hearing this, James thought for a moment and said, "There really is one."

He took out his phone, and showed it to Daniel. "That’s it. I saw it in the morning..."

When Daniel saw the contents, he seemed to understand what Chris was angry about.

"What are you two muttering about?"

While the two were chatting, Christopher suddenly spoke.

James and Daniel looked at each other and then put the phone away. "Nothing. Let’s drink."

The two raised their glasses.

It was already past ten o’clock at night when Janice finished her work and returned home.

It was too late for her to visit Old Mr. Allson like she planned. Instead, she returned to Christopher’s.

When she entered, the entire villa was pitch-black. She turned on the lights and didn’t see anyone.

Only Nino ran to her while wagging its tail.

Janice squatted down to hold it in her arms and walked upstairs.

She had thought Christopher had already fallen asleep, but he wasn’t in the bedroom either.

Then, she didn’t find him in the study or the gym.

<Where did he go?>

She offered Nino food while glancing at the time. It was already so late, and he hadn’t returned yet.

She took out her phone and made a call.

The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up. It was a little noisy over there.

She frowned. "Christopher, why aren’t you back yet?"

"This is Daniel Pattinson. Chris is in the club with us. He drank too much."

Daniel’s voice came from the phone.

Janice said, "Then I’ll pick him up."

Daniel said, "That’s not necessary. I’ll bring him back. You can wait at home."

"Okay."

Janice hung up the phone and walked out of the villa.

...

After a while, Daniel’s car arrived.

Janice immediately walked towards the car.

Daniel got out, went to the back seat and helped Christopher get out.

Janice quickly stepped forward. Before she was about to reach out to help him, Daniel stopped her and said, "He is really drunk this time."

"What?"

Janice couldn’t understand it.

Daniel frowned. "Let me help you carry him in."

He held Christopher walk toward the door.

Janice then hurried to open the door.

Daniel helped Christopher to the couch in the living room and let out a sigh of relief. Seeing this, Janice hurriedly said, "Mr. Pattinson, thank you for bringing him back."

"You’re welcome." Daniel looked at Janice and said, "Chris is not in a good mood today."

"Well," Janice nodded, "I see."

"Do you know the reason?" Daniel asked.

Janice thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it’s because I didn’t listen to him." She was a little uncertain.

Daniel seemed to understand then he said, "Come out with me."

Then he walked out of the villa.

Although Janice did not know what Daniel had asked her to do, she still followed him.

Both stopped in front of the car.

Daniel then opened the door and took out a magazine. Janice confusedly took it and asked, "This is..."

Daniel said, "Read it, and you may have some ideas."

Janice paused for a moment and took it. "Thank you."

Daniel didn’t say anything more. He turned around, got in the car, and left.

Janice took the magazine back to the villa and saw Christopher lying on the couch, frowning.

She quickly walked over. "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Christopher was lying there with furrowed brows, his dry lips opened. "Water..."

Then Janice quickly got up and poured him a glass of water. She helped him sit up and brought the glass to his lips. "Drink up."

As Christopher drank up the water, she wiped his lips with a tissue and put him back on the couch.

"Wait a minute, I’m going to bring a towel."

She put down the glass while standing up, but her arms were clenched tightly. "Don’t go."

A shout came out of his lips.

Janice turned to look at his furrowed brows and then slowly squatted down. "I won’t go. I just go to get a towel and I will be back right now." She said softly while stroking his eyebrows to comfort him.

When his eyebrows unfolded, she gently removed his hand and turned to the bathroom.

She wet a towel and used it to wipe his cheeks. Watching him gradually calm down, she breathed a sigh of relief.

As she stared at his sleeping face, she gradually became a little absent-minded. "Why are you in such a bad mood? Because I insisted on working overtime?"

She sighed softly. "I don’t want to work overtime either, but if I don’t work harder, I can’t match you."

While she was talking to herself, she dragged the blanket aside and put it on him.

As she stood up, she accidentally touched the corner of the table, and the magazine on it fell to the ground.

She bent down to pick it up. Seeing the name on the cover, she remembered that this was the magazine that had interviewed their programmer group a few days ago.

...

Daniel’s words rang in her ears.

"Read it, and you may have some ideas."

Thinking of this, she sat down on the carpet beside the couch and began to read.

But when she saw the content of the interview, she was stunned.

It was completely different from the interview that day.

She remembered that each of her crewmates had a monologue about the show, but now only she and Benjamin’s parts were published.

It read more like Benjamin’s personal interview.

What attracted her attention was the answer he gave about the original intention of setting up this show:

"The original intention of this show is to keep those beautiful moments between lovers and give the most beautiful gifts to lover."

"I hope that one day I can make a classic show that belongs to us. Although our relationship ended with regret, I still believe that as long as we still have each other in our hearts, love will not disappear. Therefore, the message of this show is that love never disappoints us."

"Love never disappoints us?"

Janice felt this sentence familiar. She seemed to have heard of it somewhere.

She suddenly remembered that Christopher said this to her today.

At that time, she still felt puzzled. It turned out that he was angry about this.

Thinking of this, she put the magazine aside. Her gaze slowly shifted to Christopher’s face.

She stared at him and couldn’t help whispering.

"So, you are unhappy because of this. Idiot, that relationship has already long since passed, I don’t like him anymore. The person I love now is you."

"How would you be angry over such a thing?"

She chuckled and gradually fell asleep on the crook of his arm.

The next morning, Christopher woke up and felt a slight pain in his head.

He woke up with a terrible hangover.

As he was about to rub his temples, he found that his arm couldn’t move.

He turned his head and saw Janice lying on the edge of the couch, holding his arm and sleeping.

Did she just sleep here last night?

A trace of pity rose in his heart. He moved his body carefully but still woke her up.

She slowly opened her sleepy eyes and said, "You’re awake."

Christopher nodded awkwardly.

"Why are you sleeping here?" He asked.

Janice stretched comfortably. "I fell asleep here. You can lie down a little longer, and I’ll make you some soup to sober you up."

As she spoke, she got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Christopher wanted to stop her, but he changed his mind when he thought that he was still angry.

He got up from the couch and remembered the scene in the club last night.

He rarely got as drunk as he did last night.

He rubbed his temples, then got up and walked upstairs.

In the kitchen, according to the method found on the Internet, she quickly made a bowl of sober-up soup.

As soon as she put the soup on the table, Christopher came down.

He took a shower and changed into a housecoat.

Upon seeing him come down, Janice said, "Drink it while it’s warm."

Christopher paused for a moment and walked over. Taking a glance at the black soup on the table, he couldn’t help but frown.