What was Nathaniel doing here?
And the matter he mentioned happened so long ago.
Yet he remembered it so clearlyâ¦
She cast him a sidelong glance.
He wasnât alone.
Behind him stood Sonny, Abel, Rickey, Leon, and Conor.
She looked up at the second floor subconsciously.
Kyson was still leaning against the handrail, looking down.
Although she couldnât see his expression clearly from this far, she could sense that he was looking straight at her.
Nathaniel had just scolded the man who proposed the toast.
The man looked at Lucinda innocently and said, âPlease, donât get me wrong.
I just wanted to propose a toast to you, thatâs all.
I donât know why this man insulted me.
â
âYouâre right.
Itâs no big deal.
â
Smiling sweetly, she reached out to pluck the glass of red wine from Nathanielâs hand.
But Nathaniel refused to give it to her, and his face was full of displeasure.
She coaxed him in a gentle tone, saying, âGive it to me now.
Iâll drink it when you propose a toast to me next time.
â
Nathaniel raised his eyebrow in surprise.
Her words seemed to have a magical effect, because he suddenly felt better.
Lucinda took the glass, swirled the red wine elegantly, and lifted it to her lips.
When the man saw that she was about to drink it, his eyes flashed with excitement.
However, before the wine even touched Lucindaâs pink lips, she stopped in her tracks and put the glass down.
She smiled at the man playfully and said, âYou want me to drink it, right?â
Hearing this, the man was stunned, but he still nodded expectantly.
The next second, Lucindaâs smile vanished and her eyes turned cold.
She poured the contents of the glass on the manâs face and said coldly, âYou know whatâs in this wine.
You should taste it yourself!â
She failed to notice at first, but just now, this man said that he had come with friends.
When Nathaniel showed up and stopped him, the friends he mentioned didnât say anything, and this man was also too keen on getting her to drink the wine.
Red wine dripped from the manâs angry face.
âYou couldâve just chosen not to drink it! Whyâd you have to pour it all over me?â
He wiped his face, lowered his head, and reached for a handkerchief in his suit pocket.