Chapter 414

Chapter 414:

After dinner, Adrian and Alia went back to their bedrooms to write in their diaries, as arranged by the camp teacher that day. Only Stella and RK were left sitting in the living room.

“Do you want to go to the wine cellar with me?” After sitting for a while, RK felt bored, so he wanted to take Stella to the wine cellar for a drink.

To be honest, Stella was also bored, so they reached an agreement and went to the wine cellar together. The wine cellar in RK’s house was one of the best in the city, filled with all kinds of precious and rare wines.

As long as you wanted to drink it, you could find it there. Stella remembered that when she first married RK, he had told her she could go anywhere in the RK Mansion. The first place she visited was that mysterious and spacious wine cellar, with rows of shelves filled with all kinds of wine from various countries.

As soon as Stella entered, she smelled a strong scent of wine. She couldn’t help but open a bottle that looked very expensive.

Sitting at the table in the wine cellar, she began drinking while admiring all the bottles around her.

Honestly, people often act like this—they are always greedy for more. After finishing that bottle, she thought there must be an even better one. Thus, Stella opened three or four bottles in quick succession and drank them all.

She felt good while drinking, but unexpectedly, the alcohol began to hit her, and she eventually fell asleep on the table. The servants realized the wine cellar had not been closed, so they found her. Otherwise, she might have died there.

To be honest, the RK Mansion was very large. If you happened to faint in a small corner without anyone noticing, you could die there.

Fortunately, Stella had a relatively important status; otherwise, she estimated that she would have died in the wine cellar.

Perhaps the next time someone went to get wine, they would discover a pile of withered bones. Alas, what a tragedy...

Thinking of this, Stella couldn’t help but sigh. “What’s wrong?” RK asked.

“It’s okay. I just remembered the time I was drunk in the wine cellar and almost died there,” Stella smiled.

“Aren’t you embarrassed to say that? That time, you drank four bottles of top-grade red wine. How can you say that?” RK feigned weakness in his eyes. “But it wasn’t the first time someone got drunk in the wine cellar.”

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“Ah? Who else is so unlucky?” Stella asked.

“My mother.”

As RK spoke, he opened the door to the wine cellar. “When she got drunk and fell asleep in the wine cellar, the whole family went crazy searching every corner, but there was no trace of her. I was so worried that I almost cried.

I kept looking for her and finally found her in the wine cellar. I was angry and helpless, but I couldn’t bear to scold my mother. In the end, I had to take her back to the bedroom.”

“It’s a pity that my father always loved my mother deeply, but she never knew it. I guess the old couple will be very happy now in the sky.” As he spoke, RK looked out the window at the sky. “I have always thought my parents were just like you and me, but I’m lucky. At least the person I love knows that I love her, while my mother was always oblivious.”

Stella rarely heard RK mention his parents. On one hand, she didn’t want to reopen old wounds; on the other, she didn’t dare to ask. “What happened next?”

That day, she could finally ask that question.

“Later... They often quarreled, but no matter how fierce the arguments got, Dad would always come home. He never stayed outside, saying it was because he could only sleep in his own bed. However, I know he didn’t have this habit,” RK said as he pushed open the door to the wine cellar. “We are here. Come.”

Inside the familiar wine cellar, with its familiar scent, Stella remembered the taste of those bottles of wine. She walked in, recalling her memories. Everything was still the same as before, as if nothing had changed.

They hadn’t changed either; they just knew and understood each other better.

RK took out a bottle of red wine from the shelf, opened it, and poured two glasses. He handed one to Stella and sat at the table.

They poured some wine and began drinking while RK told her about his parents.

“When the car accident happened, I was quite young. My mother’s first thought was to protect me. As for Dad, he immediately focused on looking at Mom and me. We were sent to the hospital, but they were not saved.

Less than a day after the operation, they left this world one after the other. Before leaving, Dad and Mom lay together, and they passed peacefully. I guess they had no regrets, after all; they already knew each other’s feelings.”

Stella nodded. RK was right. The value of life doesn’t lie in its duration but in its quality.

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