Chapter 163

When Leandro came downstairs, Seraphina was in the process of cracking open a new bottle of wine. She took a sip, and then put the glass down and heaved a deep sigh

Before she could finish sighing, she saw Leandre descending from the stairs.

The dim light barely touched his features, leaving only the silhouette of a tall, silent figure.

For an instant, Seraphina questioned if this was all a figment of her imagination

In past hazy dreams, he always seemed to duft away, much like this.

But this time, he was approaching, step by step.

It was only when he reached the bar that reality hit Seraphina. This wasn’t a dream.

She let out a soft chuckle

Leandro glanced at her, his gaze landing on the opened bottles of wine in front of her. Three or four bottles, each only slightly consumed, then left aside.

Seeing this, Seraphina explained, “These wines are too strong. They don’t seem to sit well with me.”

As she finished talking, she stood up from her chair, “Ah, forget it, I think I’ll go to a bar instead.”

Despite having just woken up, she hadn’t removed her makeup or changed her clothes, so heading out was no biggie

Seraphina grabbed her phone, ready to head out.

“What do you fancy drinking? I can find it for you”

came from behind. Seraphina turned back to see

asked,

gave a nod.

returned to the bar, sitting down and looking at him, “So, any wine will do?”

this time, but his

very little about fine wines. The only one she could name was the

phone, swiftly sent a message, then

a string of wine names she had just found, “Romanee Conti, Petrus, Margaux Oh, it says here that the 1869 Lafite tastes better. Can you even find a

the names, Leandro just watched her quietly, occasionally sending

the apartment started to

in several batches, some from vineyard owners, and even Leandro’s old friend,

the matter with you? Can’t sleep without a few sips

as he finished his rant, he spotted Seraphina

rows of red wine. Seeing him, she

glanced at Leandro, “Ah, so that’s why

hands with Seraphina, “I’m Edgar, we met at

I do,” she

time, it was Herman who walked in with

hour neatly in front of her, pulling out her phone to take photos,

wines are so beautiful,

shot him a glance, slapping

meaning of this? You can’t be doing this to me. Calling me up in the middle of the night, then showing me all these

bar, Herman grabbed him, “What are you drinking for, this late? Don’t

practically dragged Edgar out of the apartment. Standing in front of the elevator, Edgar couldn’t

trouble?” Herman asked.

him, “Big

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