There was a bar near the Homestay.

It was barely five o'clock, and there weren't many people around.

Declan found a corner, ordered a dozen drinks, drank a few sullen sips, then looked at Rafael, "Hey, do you think Trish has any feelings for me at all?"

Rafael didn't even lift his head as he scrolled through his tablet, "Why do you think she has feelings for you?"

"Of course, it's because of my charming and brilliant identity as a genius doctor..." Declan pressed his temples, feeling troubled. Seeing Rafael completely engrossed in his tablet, he leaned in curiously, "What are you looking at?"

Rafael didn't bother hiding it, and...