After a moment of hesitation, Shalma Hughes slowly handed the wine bottle to Julian Winslow. Her beautiful eyes looked at him, and she bit her pink lips lightly like a child who had done something wrong. "I just hit someone," she said.
"It's fine. I don't think Mr. Shawcross will mind," Julian said softly. Then, he lifted his gaze, his eyes clear and cold, and looked at Levi Shawcross. "Right, Mr. Shawcross?"
Although Levi was impulsive, he wasn't blind to the situation. He was just out of luck today—why did he have to set his sights on Julian Winslow's fiancée? He could only swallow his grievances and chuckle awkwardly. "Of course, of course... I was being rude first. I should apologize."
