Charles White turned off the light, and on the dining table, only the pre-lit candles were left.
He didn't know when he bought the roses as well, placed in a vase, right near Zoe Yale's spot.
It looked as if they were meant just for her.
"You can't drink wine, just sniff the aroma." Charles White stepped forward, placed a glass of red wine in front of her, very gentlemanly pulled out the chair for her, and took her hand to let her sit down.
He then held another glass of wine and walked to the seat opposite her.
Obviously they were at home, but the romantic ambiance he created felt like they were in a Western restaurant.
On the dining table was also the steak he just cooked, still a heart-shaped steak...
Zoe Yale's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, thumping wildly.
It was as if from her chest, a multitude of pink bubbles suddenly burst forth.
Feeling nervous, she couldn't help but want to drink something.
She reached out, picked up the red wine, and gulped down two swallows.
