"She cannot drink wine." Charles White spoke indifferently, not giving Zoe Yale a chance to agree, and took the wine glass from her hand, placing it on the waiter's tray, and smoothly picked up a cup of juice, putting it into Zoe Yale's hand.
He pinched her tender cheeks.
The pampering in his eyes could melt into water.
His eyes were only on Zoe Yale, leaving Aria Rowe, who specifically came over to toast, aside with an awkward face turning green and purple.
Almost unable to maintain her facade of friendliness.
It's just a cup of wine, not poison, does Charles White have to protect Zoe Yale like this?
"I didn't know Miss Yale couldn't drink wine, it was rash of me, I apologize to Miss Yale, I'll drink first as a sign of respect." Aria Rowe said and then downed her red wine.
Her bold yet appropriate gesture immediately won a round of applause from the surrounding guests.
