Amelia Wilson was lost in thought for quite a while before numbly tossing her phone aside.
Perhaps when the pain reaches a certain level, the heart doesn't know what pain feels like anymore.
She took a bottle of red wine next to her, poured it in a wine glass on the side, and slowly drank it. As she drank, the image of Henry Campbell sitting on the sofa gently swirling his red wine glass appeared in her mind.
When other men made that gesture, she always felt it was pretentious.
However, when Henry did it, it seemed so natural and elegant. It didn't feel like he was pretending or acting, he was simply tasting the wine.
After just one glass, Robert Taylor appeared before her.
"Ava, why are you drinking alone?" Robert walked up to her, picked up a red wine glass on the side, and said, "If you want to drink, I'll keep you company anytime."