After tiring his dear wife once more with his unending desires and letting her rest, Justin was busy working in the evening.
Noah entered the study and informed him about the arrival of two guests.
Justin frowned, left the study, and spotted Rowan and Morris waiting for him while sitting on the sofa. Both of them arrived uninformed, uninvited.
"What are you two doing here?" Justin asked as he stood there looking at the two coldly, his hands tucked in the pockets of his pants. "And how did you find my place?"
"Rowan dragged me here," Morris replied calmly and made himself more comfortable in his seat, as if ready to entertain himself with the banter between Rowan and Justin.
Rowan frowned at Morris. "I just asked you to join me. Didn’t force you at all. Stop pretending already." Then he looked at Justin. "You are in my city, Justin. You don’t really think I can’t find anything about you, do you?"
Justin stood there, unaffected. "Now that you’ve seen my place, you can go back."
"Dream on," Rowan replied, leaning back lazily on the sofa. "You didn’t even invite us for a housewarming party. What kind of friend are you? I have even prepared a gift for you." He signalled towards the huge gift box placed on the table.
"I don’t need to conduct such useless formalities that invite annoyance into my peaceful place," Justin countered.
Rowan looked at Morris. "He’s calling us an annoyance."
"He’s referring to you only," Morris replied. "I am here for some work."
"What work? You didn’t tell me," Rowan complained.
"Something personal. You don’t need to know," Morris answered.
Rowan looked back at Justin. "Alright, now that we’re here, are you really going to kick your best friends out? Be a good host and serve us some drinks." Without waiting for Justin’s reply, Rowan looked at Noah. "A fine wine will do, and—"
"Bring them tea or juice," Justin interrupted coldly. "No alcohol for scoundrels in my home."
"Who are you calling a scoundrel?" Rowan asked.
"Do I need to point it out?" Justin countered. "Drink tea and leave."
"Alright, at least you’re not kicking us out," Rowan relented.
"Not us. Just you," Morris commented.
Rowan glared at him. "Would it hurt you to stop showing that Justin is biased toward you?"
Justin settled opposite the two, his one leg folded over other and one hand resting on the handrest, while Noah had already instructed the butler.
As the tea arrived and they talked, Rowan asked, "Justin, you must have received the invitation to attend the Belvorn Royal family event."
"Do you even need to ask?"
"I was just asking if you’re going to dodge it like you always do, just to keep your identity secret," Rowan said.
"I haven’t decided yet," Justin replied.
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