Chapter 457 Stirring the Pot

• The bar lights flickered and blurred. Justin Howard sat at the table looking hollow, left elbow braced against his brow, right hand clutching a wine glass filled with amber liquor. He took a hard swallow. The bitter burn slid down his throat into his gut, heat flashing through his chest—but he was numb to it. Right now, the defeat between his brows was impossible to hide.
• Even like this, women in skimpy, sexy outfits kept trying to hit on him. He ignored them all, eyes fixed on his glass and nothing else.
• At this moment, Justin’s mind was full of Celia Jeane and those gut‑wrenching scenes tangled together. He kept refilling the glass, knocking them back one after another.