Gluey Love Between Us

looking at his face full of disappointment, Lucian inexplicably felt that Anson had been wronged there. Because the feeling of being left out could not be put on easily.

He also looked a little haggard. Lucian asked, "You stayed by Abigail's side all the time and did not sleep? If Aunt Jaida sees you now, she'll shed tears. Your mother treats you like a treasure. She doesn't want you to suffer any grievances."

Hearing this, Anson's heart could not help but skip a beat. He giggled, "Lucian, don't mention my mother. Isn't your mother is the same? She can't bear to see you suffering either. But I hadn't suffered much in fact. I'm just too tired."

To spend more time with Abigail, he had seldom eaten or slept every day. He had been obsessed.

But he was willing to bear the torture. He only had himself to blame.

As Anson spoke, he slowly walked over to Lucian and sat down beside him.

He grabbed the coffee in front of Lucian and drank it up in one gulp, not noticing it was Lucian's cup.

His gestures showed that he was rather tired.

Lucian looked at him with a frown but did not say anything. He felt sorry for his cup silently, calculating how much disinfectant powder he would have to use.

He had taken one day off in order to go to the market, and he finally chose this cup. He had used it for less than a week, and it was now poisoned by Anson.

Anson knew that although the four of them were very good friends, they did not share this kind of personal stuff.

He didn't realize the problem until he finished drinking the coffee. He raised his head abruptly and looked at Lucian.

Lucian stared at the white coffee cup in his hand silently, which had shining golden lines on it.

Anson smiled awkwardly, "Lucian, why don't you give it to me? I don't think it's dirty. Look, I am OK to drink with the cup you have used."

This cup looked quite valuable. He had just used it once.

If he was asked to pay for it, he would feel quite aggrieved.

He had come all the way back from the airport, and his mouth had been completely dry, so he couldn't help drinking the coffee.

Lucian suddenly got angry and looked at him coldly, "Put it down!"

He would wash it ten times and it would be clean.

Anson's living habits were not bad. At least he had good personal hygiene.

So, Lucian decided to forgive him, for this time only.

He had to believe that every rule had an exception.

Hearing that, Anson was amused. Since Lucian did not ask him to buy an identical cup, he should have snickered.

He looked at Lucian's gloomy face and carefully put the cup back.

Unexpectedly, an angry roar suddenly came from behind, "Anson, you've finally come back!"

Anson's hand suddenly trembled when he heard the cold voice, and the cup fell to the ground with a "bang"

"Alas!" Anson looked at the shattered coffee cup on the ground with a sad face.

His body froze in an instant, and he felt more uncomfortable than when he was vomiting.

His mood that had just been restored instantly fell to the bottom of the valley.

Victor walked over and looked at him calmly.

But Lucian looked at the cup on the ground with a pained expression on his face. It felt as if he was about to go crazy.

It had taken him three hours in the market to choose this cup, and it was the only one in the world.

When he bought it, he was expecting he would be in a better mood if he could use and admire this beautiful coffee cup during his busy work.

"Anson Skye!" He roared like thunder.

Anson immediately looked at him after being yelled at. On Lucian's handsome face, there was dense murderous intent.

Anson was slightly feared, and the corners of his mouth curled into an ugly smile. "You can't blame me. It's all Victor's fault. You've seen it clearly yourself. I was frightened by him and accidentally broke your coffee cup."

Lucian was still glaring at him as if he was about to tear him apart.

Anson thought to himself, "I am in deep sh*t. I offended him before, and now I broke his beloved coffee cup. I am screwed. I am willing to compensate him now, but I don't think Lucian wants the money. And I don't know where to buy an identical one for him. Maybe I can never find one!"

Sometimes you would spend more when you tried to save money.

Anson felt himself an unlucky wretch.

Victor hadn't expected such an accident either. He had a grudge in his heart because Anson had left all his work behind. After this roar, his anger subsided.

Anson was not timid. Why was he acting so weird today?

His trip to Gate City afforded much food for thought.

Victor said innocently, "It was not my fault. I didn't break the cup."

Anson quickly turned his head and glared at him. "Aren't you the one to blame? It was you that roared and scared me. The cup fell to the ground because of you."

Victor glanced at him, and his smile was quite intriguing, "Anson, when did you become so timid?"

Anson silently turned around and cast him a glare. Then, he squatted down, reached out his slender and well-defined hand to pick up the broken shards, and placed them in the trash can beside him. What else could he say now? No matter what he

said, he would be a sucker.

Victor looked at him, who was silent and did not refute. For the first time, he felt that Anson was pitiful and wronged.

Lucian glared at Anson, but he did not say a word.

They were used to Anson being talkative all the time. The sudden change of him made them feel a little uncomfortable. Especially when they saw Anson like this. He swallowed his grievance and endured in silence.

Lucian, who had expected himself to fly into a rage, was suddenly choked. He couldn't say a single word.

Anson did not hear Victor teasing him. After he had finished picking up the fragments, he stood up. His tall figure looked pitifully helpless. At this moment, he gave off a strange feeling.

Victor was silent.

Lucian remained silent.

Anson suddenly felt the atmosphere was completely different from what it had been in the past. It made him a little unaccustomed.

It seemed both of them were very angry with him.

Alas!

Wasn't he just trying to win Abigail's heart?

How could his friends get so unhappy? They had just worked overtime for a few days. What was the big deal?

He often worked extra hours, and he never complained!

Anson looked at Lucian and saw him lowering his head expressionlessly. He said in a faint voice, "Lucian, where did you buy this cup? I'll buy an identical one to compensate you when I have time."