Kei’s POV
“Brother” right after my dinner with Drake, I turned back the plates and utensils back by the downstairs when my cellphone boozed with my brother’s phone call. I wonder what makes him call me this time.
“Hello, my dear princess. How are you?” It’s obviously my brother Spencer. My brother Spade won’t ask me this way after all.
“I’m fine, well and alive” I answered normally, as I tracked myself with careful downstairs. I’m holding a tray that contains a glass of plates and glasses after all. My phone is in the tray, I just turned the phone into loud speak.
“That’s great!” He sounds drunk? Is he drunk?!
“Brother? Are you drunk?” I couldn’t help when I begin to worry. He has an allergy of alcohol. He cannot sustain himself staying long being drunk without drinking his anti-all
