What was Nathaniel doing here?
And the matter he mentioned happened so long ago.
Yet he remembered it so clearly…
She cast him a sidelong glance.
He wasn’t alone. Behind him stood Sonny, Abel, Rickey, Leon, and Conor.
She looked up at the second floor subconsciously. Kyson was still leaning against the handrail, looking down. Although she couldn’t see his expression clearly from this far, she could sense that he was looking straight at her.
Nathaniel had just scolded the man who proposed the toast. The man looked at Lucinda innocently and said, “Please, don’t get me wrong.
I just wanted to propose a toast to you, that’s all. I don’t know why this man insulted me.”
“You’re right. It’s no big deal.”
Smiling sweetly, she reached out to pluck the glass of red wine from Nathaniel’s hand.
But Nathaniel refused to give it to her, and his face was full of displeasure.
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She coaxed him in a gentle tone, saying, “Give it to me now. I’ll drink it when you propose a toast to me next time.”
Nathaniel raised his eyebrow in surprise. Her words seemed to have a magical effect, because he suddenly felt better.
Lucinda took the glass, swirled the red wine elegantly, and lifted it to her lips.
When the man saw that she was about to drink it, his eyes flashed with excitement.
However, before the wine even touched Lucinda’s pink lips, she stopped in her tracks and put the glass down.
She smiled at the man playfully and said, “You want me to drink it, right?”
Hearing this, the man was stunned, but he still nodded expectantly.
The next second, Lucinda’s smile vanished and her eyes turned cold.
She poured the contents of the glass on the man’s face and said coldly, “You know what’s in this wine. You should taste it yourself!”
She failed to notice at first, but just now, this man said that he had come with friends. When Nathaniel showed up and stopped him, the friends he mentioned didn’t say anything, and this man was also too keen on getting her to drink the wine.
Red wine dripped from the man’s angry face.
“You could’ve just chosen not to drink it! Why’d you have to pour it all over me?”
He wiped his face, lowered his head, and reached for a handkerchief in his suit pocket.