Chapter 22 EVIL PLAN

Natalia slowly and almost reluctantly lifted the wineglass to her lips. Wry amusement lit Grey’s eyes as he watched her take a demure sip from the rim of the glass, and almost gagged as the scarlet liquid wetted her tongue. A choked cough emerged from her lips, and her face contorted with revulsion. As though the wine glass burned her fingers, she immediately dropped it, nearly knocking the glass and spilling the contents on top of the glass table.

Evidently, she didn’t like the taste one bit, and somehow he was satisfied knowing she would have no further reason to stay.

Perhaps she will take her leave now.

“The wine is too strong for my taste.” She simply remarked, although it showed in her eyes, that she wanted to complain but dared not do so, in fear she would offend him.