Chapter 19

Clifford was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows when someone knocked on his bedroom door. At that point, the cigarette in his hand had already burned down to its stub. He opened the door to see Lorenzo leaning against the wall next to the door with a glass of amber-colored whiskey in hand. "So, you hit Magnus?" Lorenzo asked with an arched eyebrow, handing the glass to Clifford. Clifford didn't like drinking alcohol—he always drank tea instead. But he needed something to numb the emotions surging within him right now, so he accepted the glass and downed the whiskey in one go. The strong alcohol burned as it went down his throat, the sting extremely similar to how he had felt watching Lilibeth and Magnus being intimate with each other. "He and Beth were making love to each other," he said in a voice as hoarse as sandpaper. "I couldn't stand watching it." Lorenzo abruptly started laughing, but his gaze was frosty. "Beth? That's new. It's been six years since you marr