Chapter 517

York gave Leda a look that screamed, "You expect me to believe that?"

As she turned to head back to her room, he suddenly piped up, "How about a drink?"

Leda glanced back, her eyes sweeping over the frosted decanter.

It was her favorite wine, perfectly chilled...

"Sure, pour me a glass!" she couldn't resist the temptation.

York immediately went to grab glasses.

"Here, try this. I promise you'll love it!" he boasted as he handed her a glass.

Leda took it with a smirk, "That's because my taste in wine is impeccable."

"Of course, your taste in wine and my skills make a perfect match, right?"

"Your 'skills' are questionable at best. Leave me out of it." Leda retorted, taking a sip.

York was left speechless, clearly not used to losing.

With just one sip, Leda had to admit, York did have a knack for this.

"Not bad, huh?" he asked, a hint of pride in his voice.

not wanting to inflate his

"Just alright?!"

sip, Leda hummed in

your instant

gone soft?" York quickly went

empty wine glass was thrust in front of

and Leda's slender fingers holding it unexpectedly caught his eye. Her delicate wrists, the fair back of her hand, even the nails painted a

mix

"Another glass."

"Oh, right!"

reached out to take the glass but instead grabbed her

sending his head down to

shock

Snap!

his hand, only to see a red

"Why'd you hit me?"

asked for wine, not a sleazy move. That's for being a

to... It's not like I

voice trailed off, losing steam

conviction or simply embarrassment, he definitely didn't have the upper

"You're thinking

for the stars instead? Clearly, you're too

en

lucky I didn't slap your face. And

was at a

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