Secrets of a Hidden Marriage
Julian, either too drunk or too foolish to notice, had just stepped on a landmine.
Everyone expected Liam to stand. To snap. To drag Julian off and teach him a very public lesson.
But instead, Liam tilted his head slightly and flagged down a nearby waiter. His voice, when it came, was soft—but razor-edged. "Do you have hangover tea here?"
The waiter blinked, caught off guard. "Uh… yes, sir. We have ginger tea, chamomile, Pu-erh, and chrysanthemum
tea—"
Liam leaned back slowly, tapping his index finger against the polished wood. His jaw ticked once. "None of those will do. Bring a bowl of Kuding Huanglian tea. Extra bitter. And make sure he drinks all of it."
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