Eva leaned against the bar, sizing up Edith. âYou look gentle and elegant, like the girl next door. I didnât expect you to have a bossy style.â
The surroundings and furniture were all typical of the business clite, cold and lacking any warmth.
Edith smiled and took out a bottle of wine. She used her fingers to pick up two tall glasses and handed them to Eva. âEva, have a drink.â
Eva reached out to take the glass of wine, hesitated for a moment, then quickly regained her composure. âItâs too late, I better drink less.â
A faint smile appeared on Edithâs elegant face. âOh, are you afraid of revealing some secrets to me after drinking too much?â
âI donât have any secrets to reveal.â
Edith tapped her glass against Evaâs. âThen have a few drinks with me and letâs see who reveals their secrets first.â
Eva couldnât resist this challenge and immediately agreed. After a few drinks, she saw that Edith not only didnât get drunk, but also remained composed, smiling at her.
It was then that she realized Edith had a wild side beneath her gentle appearance, so she didnât dare to drink anymore. âForget it, I give up, I wonât drink anymoreâ¦â
But Edith grabbed her with a smile. âEva, if you give up, then you have to reveal your secrets.â
Eva thought it would have been better to stay at Ameliaâs house. She made a mistake.
âWhat do you want to hear?â
Edith held her glass and turned around, leaning against the bar, looking out at the bustling traffic outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
âTell me about Paul.â
Eva dropped her gaze.
âDo you think Iâm qualified to talk about Paul with my current state?â
Edith shifted her gaze back to Eva, who was doubting herself.
âAs long as youâre willing.â
Her tone showed her disdain for societal norms, making Eva feel that Edith was more mature than her.
Yes, she had experienced passionate and heart-wrenching love, and she had suffered from depression. How could she hot be mature?
But the problem was, Eva didnât know how to answer. She stared at the glass of red wine in her hand, remained silent for a while, and finally spoke up.
âI wonât get married again.â
Without mentioning Paul, she gave an answer with just one sentence.
Edith understood very well that when a woman no longer loved a man, she would clearly say that she didnât love him, just like herself.
But Evaâs words were reserved. She only said she wouldnât get married again, which didnât mean she no longer loved Paul.
She believed her brother still had a chance, but how to seize it would depend on him.
âWhat about you?â