Even though she really wanted to drink, Beatrice Hargrave shook her head with a look of disdain and said, "No."
"Try it. In the entertainment industry, not being able to drink is a disadvantage." Nicholas Croft continued to coax her, bringing the wine glass to Beatrice's face.
"Really?" Beatrice pretended to be puzzled as she glanced at the red liquid in front of her.
"Of course,"
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, with a trace of a smile in his eyes, took a sip from the wine glass as he closely watched Beatrice's reaction. After a pause, under Beatrice's gaze, he slowly poured the dark red liquid into his mouth...
Watching Nicholas place the now-empty wine glass on the coffee table, Beatrice sighed softly, resting her hands on both sides of her body, her small feet swinging idly.
Looking at the slippers adorned with Angry Birds on her feet, once her favorite, she felt nothing special about this "long-lost reunion" now.
