Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 219

When the door to the private dining room swung open, Hamilton turned around.

Greysen raised an eyebrow and took a seat at the table.

"How did it go?" Hamilton asked, lighting up a cigarette, his voice veiled in a cloud of smoke and a hint of bitterness.

Greysen signaled the waiter to bring over a bottle of wine.

Pouring a glass for himself and one for Hamilton, he sighed, "Sorry, Mr. Fowler, I couldn't get it done."

Hamilton paused, the cigarette between his fingers frozen mid-air. Then, after a moment, he chuckled bitterly, walked over, clinked his glass against Greysen's, and downed his drink in one go.

"Still, thank you."

Greysen smiled, "Mr. Fowler, you don't seem surprised at all."

Leaning back in his chair, Hamilton poured himself another glass and drank it down quickly, then laughed.

"Yes, she only talks business now. Anything that's not a solid deal, she's not interested."

Greysen clicked his tongue in amazement, "It's rare to find someone you can't sway, Mr. Fowler."

Hamilton just offered a wry smile in response, his phone buzzing with a message.

It was from Natalia.

After glancing at it, he set his phone aside and poured another glass of wine. Greysen had barely touched his drink, leaving Hamilton to finish the bottle alone.

All she had for him was thanks, but that was the last thing he wanted now.

Greysen watched Hamilton in silence, understanding the man better than most. Despite Hamilton's reputation for being ruthless and cold, here he was, caught up in his feelings.

Love was unpredictable, and experiencing its trials was a rite of passage.

Hamilton had clearly drunk too much. Greysen decided to take him back to his apartment.

The housekeeper was surprised to see Hamilton reeking of alcohol. "Mr. Fowler, why did you drink so much? Come in, I'll make you some coffee to sober up."