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 ss 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.


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    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 nced at her, his gazending on the opened bottles of wine in front of her. Three or four


    bottles, each only slightly consumed, then left aside.


    Seeing this, Seraphina exined, “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”


    Leandro’s voice came from behind. Seraphina turned back to see him sitting on the couch, quietly


    watching her.


    “Really?” she asked, slightly incredulous.


    Leandro gave a nod.


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


    Leandro didn’t respond this time, but his silence was an affirmation.


    Seraphina then began to ponder. After a while, she realized she knew very little about fine wines. The


    only one she could name was the mostmon one: “A Lafite?”


    Leandro pulled out his phone, swiftly sent a message, then without hesitation asked, “Anything else?”


    “Sure” Seraphina, seeing the situation turning in her favor, quickly pulled out her phone. Googling and


    reading out 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 hundred–year–old wine? I’m really curious


    what it tastes like ”


    As she read out the names, Leandro just watched her quietly, asionally sending a message or two.


    Half an hourter, the doorbell of the apartment started to ring in session


    The wine deliveries came in several batches, some from vineyard owners, and even Leandro’s old


    friend, Edgar Lamont


    Unlike the respectful and cautious others, Edgar was naturally different. As soon as he entered, he


    began to grumble, “What’s the matter with you? Can’t sleep without a few sips of wine? Romanee


    Conti, that’s easy, I just happen to have some. But 1869 Lafite? What the hell were you thinking?


    Where am I supposed to find that?”


    As soon as he finished his rant, he spotted Seraphina sitting at the bar and froze.


    In front of Seraphina were rows of red wine. Seeing him, she smiled and shook her head.


    Edgar understood immediately. He nced at Leandro, “Ah, so that’s why it was soplicated…”


    Then he came over and shook hands with Seraphina, “I’m Edgar, we met at the Urban Oasisst time,


    remember?!


    “Of course I do,” she replied with a smile.


    Just as their handshake ended, the doorbell rang again. This time, it was Herman who walked in with


    the wines Seraphina had requested.


    Seraphina lined up the wines she had acquired within the hour neatly in front of her, pulling out her


    phone to take photos, and muttered, “This is amazing. I’ve got such expensive wines…


    Edgar standing by sighed, “These wines are so beautiful, like they’re from heaven…


    Leandro just shot him a nce, pping a check against him.


    Edgar looked at him in shock, “What’s the 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 fine wines, and now you’re kicking me out?


    Can’t I stay and have a few sses with Seraphina?”


    As he headed towards the bar, Herman grabbed him, “What are you drinking for, thiste? Don’t you


    have work tomorrow?”


    Herman practically dragged Edgar out of the apartment. Standing in front of the elevator, Edgar


    couldn’t help but sigh, “It’s over, Leandro’s in trouble…”


    “What trouble?” Herman asked.


    Edgar nced at him, “Big trouble!


    After trying five different wines, Seraphina burst outughing, leaning on the bar, and peering at


    Leandro through the gaps between the bottles, “I’m so


    ordinary, I can’t tell the difference with these expensive, fine wines. I’m sorry for wasting all your effort”


    There was also a wine ss in front of Leandro, but he just quietly watched as Seraphina downed one


    ss after another, not touching his own.


    As Seraphina apologized, she reached for another bottle.


    Leandro finally reached out and grabbed her hand


    Seraphina frowned at him, “What’s the matter? You were so generous just now, but now you’re


    stopping me?”


    “You’ve already had a lot to drink, don’t drink anymore,” Leandro replied.


    Upon hearing that, Seraphina burst intoughter again, pulled her hand back, and looked at him, “Even


    if I get wasted, no one’s going to me you. No one’s that irrational, you don’t have to worry about


    taking responsibility…”


    With that, she reached for the bottle again, only to be grabbed by the wrist by Leandro once more.


    “What’s the meaning of this?” Seraphina seemed to suddenly realize. “Could it be… Mr. Reynolds, are


    you are you worried about me? Come to think of it, you’ve been really nice to me today. I only


    mentioned it casually, and you went all out to find all these wines. It feels like you’ve changed.”


    “I’d like to know myself, what’s gotten into me,” Leandro looked at her and said slowly.


    Seraphina looked at him intently. “Considering you seem to always be in control, have you ever


    reflected on how you’ve changed? Can we discuss it?”


    Leandro met her gaze, silently pondering her words. Yet, he remained silent.


    He had previously observed a shift in her eyes. At that time, he concluded it was a result of her


    animosity towards him. Her gaze held only traces of indifference and puzzlement, suggesting the


    absence of former emotions.


    But what could possibly remain in somebody’s eyes if they have lost everything?


    Leandro wanted to ask, but he couldn’t bring himself to