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.

wanting to inflate his ego

"Just alright?!"

sip, Leda hummed in

gonna finish your instant noodles? They're getting

went back to

his noodles, an empty wine glass was thrust in

delicate wrists, the fair back of her hand, even the nails painted a soft pink hue mesmerized him. "Did

looked up, his expression a mix of confusion and

"Another glass."

"Oh, right!"

take the glass but instead grabbed her

his head down to his

shock

Snap!

instinctively retracting his hand, only to

"Why'd you hit me?"

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

to... It's not like I touched you

voice trailed off, losing steam as he

conviction or simply embarrassment,

glared, "You're

How about you shoot for the stars instead? Clearly, you're too used to getting

en

I didn't slap

was at a

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