Chapter 56-1
Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 56
Under Davidâs unwavering gaze, Danielleâs cheeks grew warm. Her heart raced, and her thoughts swirled in a chaotic mess.
"You should eat too. My plate is already full," Danielle muttered.
Whenever they dined together, David barely ate. He seemed to take pleasure in caring for her. One moment, he was busy peeling shrimp, and the next, he was serving soup into her bowl.
"Iâm happy just watching you eat," David said with a warm smile, his gaze intense and sincere.
âWhat am I supposed to say to that?â Danielle thought.
She glanced to the side and spotted a bottle of red wine with just the right amount of alcohol-perfect for the occasion. She reached out to pour herself a glass, only for David to take the bottle away. Her alcohol tolerance was average, but she certainly enjoyed drinking-though when she had too much, she could get a little.
"You can have juice," David said, placing a glass of orange juice in front of her.
Displeased, Danielle pouted. "Then whyâd you even put the wine on the table?"
David looked at Danielle in amusement, thinking, âShe sure loves her booze.â
In the end, he gave in after seeing the sulky look on her face and poured her a small glass.
Danielleâs eyes lit up. She knew she couldnât handle alcohol, yet found it hard to resist. Danielle raised the glass and downed it in one go. Half a glass of red wine was gone in the blink of an eye.
"Slow down. Are you afraid Iâll change my mind?"
David grabbed a napkin and gently wiped the wine from the corner of her lips.
His gaze was deep and full of affection as he looked at Danielle. A delicate flush spread across her fair skin, and the innocent, slightly dazed look in her eyes made her look like a charming little fairy.
When she reached for the bottle again, David caught her wrist. "Enough. Youâve had your share."
Danielle was a little tipsy, but her mind was still clear. "Are you scolding me?" She looked at David with a hurt expression.
"Iâd never scold you." Davidâs voice was as gentle as it could be, as if afraid that she might take it the wrong way.
"Then why wonât you let me have more wine? Youâre so stingy." Danielle shot him a glare.
It was clear that she was drunk; the contrast was pretty striking. âLooks like Iâll need to strictly control her drinking from now on, especially when Iâm not around, David thought.
"Danielle, youâve had too much, and youâll get a headache tomorrow if you keep drinking," David said. He let out a quiet sigh, bemused by how a