Chapter 219: He Had To Win Lyse Back, No Matter The Cost
The dim lighting of the bar cast long shadows across Levi’s face, accentuating the lines of worry etched on his forehead. He swirled the remaining whiskey in his glass, the ice clinking softly, a counterpoint to the turmoil raging within him. He had already downed several drinks, the burn of the alcohol a temporary anaesthetic against the gnawing anxiety that had taken root in his gut.
Chris slid into the booth opposite him, his expression a mixture of concern and amusement. "Whoa, slow down there, Levi," he said, gesturing towards the almost-empty glass. "You are going to be three sheets to the wind at this rate."
Levi waved his hand dismissively. "Don’t worry about it," he mumbled, his words slightly slurred. "I can handle it."
Chris frowned. "You’ve been saying that a lot lately," he said, his voice laced with concern. "And every time you say it, you end up getting more... unpredictable."
Levi shrugged, taking another swig of his drink. "I just need to unwind," he said. "It’s been a... stressful past couple of days."
"Stressful?" Chris echoed, raising an eyebrow. "That is an understatement. What happened with Lyse this morning? I heard things got a little... heated."
Chris had met with Ethan who had relayed how is boss had almost gotten into fisticuffs with Brandon over Lyse.
Levi’s jaw tightened. He thought about the confrontation, the way Lyse had looked at him with such cold disdain. He thought about Brandon, his smug smile, his calculated moves. The memory fueled his anger, the burning sensation in his chest intensifying.
"Brandon," he spat, his voice laced with bitterness. "That guy is such a snake. I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him."