âJennifer, you finally agreed to meet me.
Just join me for one drink, alright? Later, Iâll drive you home to make sure you get back safe and sound.
Please? I poured you the wine with love.
I know you canât just turn me down.
Come on, Jennifer.
â
Dr@per gave her a soft plea and looked at her with anticipation in his eyes.
Jennifer couldnât quite bear the intensity of his stare, causing her to lay down the knife and fork and pick up the glass.
Dr@per clinked his glass against hers, purposefully.
The two glasses made a clear, cheerful sound as they connected.
He kept his gaze on her, waiting for her to take a sip.
Sensing the weight of his gaze, a feeling tugged at Jennifer that something wasnât quite right and she frowned suspiciously.
âYouâve been so insistent on me having a drink.
You didnât slip something into it, did you?â
Dr@perâs body went rigid.
A jolt of surprise coursed through him.
âWhy on earth would I put something in your wine? You and I are engaged already.
It makes zero sense for me to pull a stunt Like that.
Besides, the restaurantâs the one behind the wine preparation.
â
âYouâd better tell me the truth,â said Jennifer, narrowing her eyes.
She gave her wine a slight tilt and brought it to her Lips.
Just as she was about to take a sip, the door to the private room swung open.
A man walked in and collected the wine from her hand.
She looked up, extremely shocked.
It was Hilliard.
âWhat are you doing here?â
Hilliard didnât utter a word.
He brought the wine to his nose and took a sniff.
From the corner of his eye, he cast a glance at the man beside him.
Dr@per swallowed hard and tried to maintain his composure.
âWho are you? I reserved this room, and youâre barging in uninvited.
Please leave!â
He stood up and reached for the glass of wine Hilliard held.
Hilliard didnât bother with words.
He just took a step back, and then emptied the entire contents of his wine glass onto Dr@perâs face, his eyes practically sparking with anger.
Dr@per paused for a moment as his face turned into a canvas painted with red wine.
He found himself licking the wine off his lips without even thinking.
A quick jolt of realization hit him, and he promptly wiped his mouth clean.
Holding her chin with one hand, Jennifer couldnât hold back her laughter.
She was thoroughly entertained by the scene playing out before her.
Hilliard was known to always maintain his cool and composure.
He rarely allowed his emotions to get the best of him.
But, today was a whole different story.
With a fierce motion, he sent the glass hurtling towards the floor.