Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

Chapter 1105 Who Handled the Red Wine?

After returning to his room, Bert found Lucas still sleeping. Apparently disturbed by his presence, Lucas woke up with a puzzled expression on his small face, "Mr. Harper?"

His expression seemed a little strange. Why was he standing there so early in the morning?

Bert had lived for over thirty years, and it was the first time his mind was in such chaos, so chaotic that his entire head felt illogical. Scenes from this morning and fragmented moments from last night all merged into one, culminating in the image of a girl with teary eyes.

He opened the mini-fridge in the hotel room, took out a bottle of water, and gulped it down. However, this did not ease his troubled mind; instead, it only made it more chaotic.

"Bang!"

He slammed the half-empty bottle back onto the table, and his eyes unintentionally landed on the bottle of red wine, drunk a third of the way, on the table. His dark eyes filled with a storm as he picked it up, resealed it with the cork, and then called one of his trusted subordinates.

who handled the red

bin. Wine could be discarded, but he couldn't throw away

in a good mood. The little one got out of the big bed and, wearing the hotel slippers, walked up to the tall figure. With his tender little hand, he held the man's cold

raised his eyes and met a pair of clear and concerned eyes. He gently touched the boy's furry head and said, "It's nothing. Go and change your clothes and

to burden the child with his

sensible, so he stopped asking and went straight

pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and lit one. The white smoke scattered, and he

morning mist over the sea not far away and the tall buildings rising and falling, the only thing he couldn't forget was

the cigarette burned out and Lucas, dressed neatly, called him again. He

waved away the smoke and gave a shallow instruction before turning to the