Chapter 263
Chapter 263:
He thought she looked absolutely adorable and leaned in to kiss her.
Her lips tasted like red wine and laughter.
“I’m still fine!” she declared, nudging him playfully as she poured another.
“This one’s for Watson Group’s smooth transition… and this one’s for you, Brandon. May you always stay as handsome as you are!” she added with a soft laugh.
They lost count of how much they drank. Bottle after bottle arrived at their room. Eventually, she began to sway slightly, glass still in hand. Read complete version only at.net
“This one…” she started. She looked at him, eyes soft, heart open. “This one’s for our everlasting happiness, Brandon.”
But she only managed to take a few small sips from that last glass. She was too dizzy to finish.
He kissed her again, holding her by the waist as wine spilled unnoticed onto the floor.
The atmosphere turned electric.
“We’ll be happy,” he whispered, his voice low, rough with emotion.
He pulled her onto his lap. Their breath mingled.
That night, they lost track of kisses, of time, of limits. They tried new things—there in the room, and again in the hot spring.
Red wine stained the floor. Her skin carried the scent of him and the wine.
Back at the wine tasting event, a waiter arrived to clean the mess.
The red liquid was wiped away slowly, methodically.
Millie turned aside, lost in the memory of that winter in Vascuosia. It had been so bitterly cold outside.
“All cleaned up,” the waiter said, collecting the broken glass.
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The woman who had knocked the bottle apologized once more before hurrying off.
Brandon stared at the floor as it slowly dried. For reasons he couldn’t name, the sight left him deeply unsettled.
They had once loved each other fiercely, endured so much together. Now, all of it felt impossibly distant. Where had it all gone wrong?
He didn’t know. So he stayed silent.
At some point, the phone in his pocket had stopped buzzing.
Now, they just sat there, a heavy blanket of silence hanging between them.
A sharp tapping rang out, and just like that, the room darkened, leaving only the stage lit in a clean circle of light.
Babette stepped forward in a sleek, strapless cocktail dress, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” She beamed. “Welcome to my welcome-home party. Starting today, I’m officially returning to work in my homeland. I hope that—”
Brandon stared at her as she continued speaking.
Brandon had no siblings. Babette was just his younger cousin—Derek’s youngest son’s daughter—and a golden child of the Watson name. Even while studying abroad, she’d already taken on tough assignments for the family’s international ventures. Now, fresh from an Ivy League school in Flesta, she shone like a headline. She carried her status as if she had earned every bit of it.
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