"Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry. My hand slipped just now. Are you alright?" After saying this, Raine even pretended to pick up a nearby napkin to wipe her, but everyone noticed the unabashed smile playing at the corner of her lips.
Raine turned to face the table, her gaze sweeping over everyone as she asked with a faint smile, "Who else wants some red wine?"
Surprisingly, not a single person at the table spoke up.
At that moment, as she gazed down at everyone, she resembled a rose blooming in the dark—fearless, untamed, and irresistibly captivating.
Damien gazed at her, a faint smile slowly tugging at the corners of his lips.
Raine set the tray down on the table and turned to Damien, saying, "It's a bit stuffy in here. I think I'll step out for some fresh air."
Damien nodded, agreeing.
