Its Too Late To Forgive

Mr. Shaw was a very dedicated and obedient. He waited outside the corridor, three or four meters away from the door.

As soon as Carson left the room, he looked at Mr Shaw and spoke with his expressionless face,

“Follow me.”

Mr. Shaw hesitated for a moment, but the figure passing by him never stopped. Mr. Shaw took a look in the direction of his young master’s bedroom, gritted his teeth, and immediately turned around to follow Carson.

“Dr. Carson Sir, where are we going?”

Mr. Shaw followed Carson down the stairs until they reach Henry's personal wine cellar.

Carson very well knew his friend's taste in wine and more than that he knew which wine goes well with what mood. He did not hesitate at all, strode to the last row of wine racks, one bottle, two bottles, three bottles… He picked up one bottle of wine from the wine rack and threw it into the arms of Mr. Shaw. He kept throwing the bottle in his arms until the butler couldn’t take anymore, so Carson took another four bottles of wine on his own, and left without saying a word.

The two returned to the Henry's room. Carson kicked open the bedroom door and threw the wine bottle in his arms on the bed. His actions were very rude and he didn’t care whether such actions would damage these bottles of wine which were of thousand of bucks.

“Mr. Shaw please put them down and leave.”

“But Dr. Carson sir, young master is already…”

“Put down the drinks and go out. If something goes wrong, I will be responsible. If he is dead then I will be buried along with him too.” Carson looked at Mr. Shaw in a very cold manner. Butler Shaw gritted his teeth and sweat dripped from his forehead. He was responsible only for Henry Jackson's orders. He was still worried about his young master.

When Carson saw this, he didn’t say much. He stretched out his hand and took the wine bottles out of the arms of Mr. Shaw and threw them on the mattress. The wine bottles collided and made noise, which could easily make people feel frightened.

Mr. Shaw wanted to say something but Carson pushed him out of the bedroom. Before Mr. Shaw could react, with a “bang”, the door was closed in front of his face mercilessly.

In the bedroom, Carson with a cold face, silently picked up two bottles of wine from the bed, unscrewed the lid of the bottle, stretched out his hand, and handed a bottle to Henry, who was sitting on the bedside decadently,

“Come, I’ll drink with you.”

looking at his hand. Carson narrowed

"Come on.. Drink up!!!!"

was done in the past by Carson, he would have surely be beaten up by Henry black and blue. Not on Henry, who was so prideful and overbearing but no normal man would have excepted

not react to this insult, Carson

this really

looked down on

"Henry.... Henry Jackson!!

Where's your pride?

your guts??

your confidence???

Where have they gone????

and distant, powerful

Where has he gone?

that

a

is this drunkard I'm looking at

"Me.......

WHO

betrayed the woman who loved me the

own

Get up and You know what let's prepare your jet and go

bachelor's weekend getaway, you , me and Kevin. It doesn't matter where

is on your side.. you two

unexpectedly did almost 4 years back

bring two people, who love eachother so much, together again