Chapter 118: My Heart Aches
"I knocked, but no one answered. I was worried that you might have had too much to drink and something could have happened, so I came in to check on you," Rudolf Milton explained softly, towering half a head taller over Edwiin Brewster as he reached out to smooth his hair, pulling him into an embrace.
"I'm fine, I didn't drink too much. You should go back now!" Edwiin Brewster, feeling a bit uncomfortable being held, lowered his head.
Without saying a word, Rudolf Milton led him by the hand to the bed, making him sit down. "Do you really want me to leave? I want to hear what's in your heart," he asked, his voice low and raspy.
"I..." Edwiin Brewster glanced up at him, perhaps under the influence of alcohol, and before he knew it, stood up, wrapping his arms
