"Why are you drinking alone? Feeling down?" Seeing the glass of red wine in Nicholas Coldwell's hand, Diana Powell's sleepiness vanished completely. She immediately clung to his shoulder, squinting as she stared at him with suspicion. "You're not losing sleep over Julia Bluen, are you?"
"Diana." Nicholas Coldwell chuckled, setting the wine glass on the expensive crystal coffee table. Even if he really was lying awake thinking about Julia Bluen, he wouldn't admit it. Extending his arm, he pulled Diana Powell into his embrace and chuckled as he made his excuses, "How could that be? All I'm thinking about right now is you. I just suddenly felt like having a drink, so I made myself one. Don't be paranoid. Now, I am all yours. My body and my heart belong to you. You can be completely at ease. I absolutely won't think about any other woman."
Women are susceptible to coaxing, especially by the man they dearly love.
