Alone in the table, were the two men, sipping from the glasses of their wine. Richard could be seen squinting his eyes as the tangy-zesty taste of champagne wallops his tongue. On the other hand, Damien could be seen nonchalantly taking continuous sips as he had more tolerance in alcohol than the other.

Richard was there, so Damien thought, why not make his life a living hell?

"So, tell me, Damien. When did you and Ash meet?"

Damien looked at him and chuckled bitterly. "She rescued me from the bridge and took me to the doctor."

Richard knew that it was the beginning of their battle. He lets out a chuckle full of sarcasm and plays with the glass on his fingers.

"I'm still in love with her. Deeply. I didn't want to touch her so I found my fun with other women instead." Richard looked at Damien's amused eyes and snickered. "You can understand that feeling too, can't you?"

"What feeling?" he raised a brow. "The feeling of itch in your crotch so you decided to be unfaithful and hop on oth