Chapter 163

When Leandro came downstairs, Seraphina was in the process of cracking open a new bottle of wine. She took a sip, and then put the glass down and heaved a deep sigh

Before she could finish sighing, she saw Leandre descending from the stairs.

The dim light barely touched his features, leaving only the silhouette of a tall, silent figure.

For an instant, Seraphina questioned if this was all a figment of her imagination

In past hazy dreams, he always seemed to duft away, much like this.

But this time, he was approaching, step by step.

It was only when he reached the bar that reality hit Seraphina. This wasn’t a dream.

She let out a soft chuckle

Leandro glanced at her, his gaze landing on the opened bottles of wine in front of her. Three or four bottles, each only slightly consumed, then left aside.

Seeing this, Seraphina explained, These wines are too strong. They don’t seem to sit well with me.

As she finished talking, she stood up from her chair, Ah, forget it, I think I’ll go to a bar instead.

Despite having just woken up, she hadn’t removed her makeup or changed her clothes, so heading out was no biggie

Seraphina grabbed her phone, ready to head out.

What do you fancy drinking? I can find it for you

voice came from behind. Seraphina turned back to see him sitting on the couch, quietly watching

she asked, slightly

gave a nod.

down and looking at him,

time, but his silence

she realized she knew very little about fine wines. The only one she could name was the most common one: “A

sent a message, then without hesitation asked,

pulled out her phone. Googling and reading out a string of wine names she had just found, “Romanee Conti, Petrus, Margaux Oh, it says here that

just watched her quietly, occasionally sending a message or two.

doorbell of the apartment started to ring in

several batches, some from vineyard owners, and even Leandro’s

respectful and cautious others, Edgar was naturally different. As soon as he entered, he began to grumble, “What’s the matter with you? Can’t sleep without a few sips of wine? Romanee Conti, that’s easy, I just happen to have some. But 1869 Lafite? What the hell were

finished his rant, he spotted Seraphina sitting at the bar and

Seraphina were rows of red wine. Seeing him,

at Leandro, “Ah, so that’s why it was

“I’m Edgar, we met at the Urban Oasis last time, remember?!

she replied

rang again. This time, it was

within the hour neatly in front of her, pulling out her phone to take photos, and muttered,

standing by sighed, “These wines are so beautiful, like they’re

just shot him a glance, slapping a

up in the middle of the night, then showing me all these

towards the bar, Herman grabbed him, “What are you drinking for, this late? Don’t you have

Standing in front of the elevator, Edgar

trouble?” Herman

glanced at him,

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