Chelsea's smile disappeared. "You've never had eyes for me, have you?"

Elliot replied, "Find someone who does."

Chelsea turned around and left.

In the evening, Chelsea was unhappy and asked Charlie out for a drink.

Charlie noticed that she was dispirited, and he said impolitely, "No man will like you when you look like this."

Chelsea's eyes were red with anger. "I'm tired enough in public! Do I still need to put on an act in front of my brother?!"

Charlie poured her a glass of wine, comforting her, "Chelsea, we're still not on the same page as siblings. If you listen to me, you'll get everything."

Chelsea gulped the wine and asked him with bloodshot eyes, "Can I get Elliot?"

Charlie wrapped his long arms around her, leaned closer, and whispered in her ear, "You can't get him when he is alive, but if he's dead, I can give you his ashes. That still means you have him. How about that? "

Chelsea's face immediately dropped, and she pushed him away!

"Charlie! Are you f*cking crazy