Isla pushed the door open and saw Kevin with a face full of resentment as if a cloud was over his head. She put her phone aside, "What's wrong with you?"
He didn't say anything, just drank the wine one sip at a time. He, who played the game of the world, rarely had a depressed mood. This is not like him at all. But he didn't want to say it, and Isla wouldn't go into it, so she took the initiative to change the wine back to a drink.
He looked at her with a drunken look in his eyes, "Isla, why don't you drink anymore?" Since adulthood, she began to learn to drink, and now she can drink quite well.
She calmly replied, "No, I'm keeping healthy." He seemed to have heard some Arabian Nights fairy tale, and sneered, "Keep healthy? Say it again that you are keeping healthy."
She looked into his eyes and reiterated, "I am keeping healthy." He was speechless.
She licked her lips, "The drink is also delicious."
He joked, "Are you a good woman?"