That night, Nina returned home with a smile, seeing Ben was already there.
But her expression slowly changed when she saw him sitting in a chair, staring blankly at the glittering night view of Portsborough.
"Ben..." Nina called hesitantly, approaching. She saw an empty wine glass and an open bottle on the table nearby.
Ben turned toward her voice. He motioned for her to come closer, then gently kissed her forehead.
"Does Ben want to get drunk?!" Nina asked innocently, seeing the bottle. "You know that's against your beliefs..." Nina pouted, scolding him.
"I haven't drunk any, Nina..." Ben murmured, leaning his head back.
Meeting Delia earlier had left his emotions in turmoil. He had thought about drowning his sorrows but knew it wasn't the solution.
Nina left him alone and went to
