"This is the wine you requested." The waiter placed a fine bottle of red wine on the table, and Eva Miller thanked him, pouring the wine into her glass.
"President Land, I heard you love red wine, so..." That's why she catered to his preference.
Asher Land took the wine from her hand and downed it in one go, making Eva Miller feel somewhat relieved as she took a light sip herself.
During this meal, Asher Land showed an unusual amount of patience, managing to sit there for over half an hour. After all, the woman sitting across from him was a friend of his.
He drank glass after glass, and soon the bottle was emptied.
"Waiter, another bottle."
"No need." He wasn't interested in entangling himself with a woman he barely knew. He stood up, intending to leave, but as soon as he stood, he felt a wave of dizziness, his head spinning, forcing him to sit back down. But he had only had one bottle, this wasn't his usual alcohol tolerance.
