It was already seven o'clock when she got home. Normally at this time, the part-time maid would be busy cooking in the kitchen, but today it was eerily quiet, not even a light was on.
Shuyao groped in the dark to press the switch at the entrance, and with a click, the living room lit up bright as day.
After changing her shoes, she planned to check the kitchen but was stopped in her tracks by the sight before her in the dining room.
In the center of the table was a French vintage candlestick with a white candle fitted in it, surrounded by a heart made of red roses. At both ends of the table were tall wine glasses, and next to the kitchen was a bottle of red wine with a decanter set up.
If she wasn't mistaken, that bottle of red wine was her father's cherished Lafite 1987, aged for five years.
Was her timing in coming home off?