The dinner party was only halfway through, and Sebastian Astor didn't want to dampen everyone's spirits. After drawing his gaze away from James Hills, he greeted the two directors and producers, and supported Clara Sutton as they left.
The cool and refreshing sea breeze soaked in the night of sparse stars and a bright moon, casting a gentle beauty.
"Sebastian, my head is so dizzy."
Perhaps it was the alcohol kicking in, as they exited Seaview Tower, Clara Sutton's body softened in Sebastian Astor's arms, and the dizziness in her head grew even stronger.
Even more intoxicating than those two bottles of wine from Emily Taylor last time.
"The longer those two bottles of rum are stored, the higher their concentration. Clearly, they've been preserved for many years, yet you were unreserved, drinking one cup after another. Couldn't you refuse?"
