Leonard bent slightly, guiding Stephen to the main seat. "Mr. Wilde, please, don't let that reckless i***t get under your skin."
He picked up a glass of wine from the table and respectfully offered it to Stephen. "Please, have a taste and see if it meets your standards."
Jonathan chuckled. "Yeah, take this drink, and let's put the past behind us. No hard feelings."
Stephen leaned back against the sofa, stretching out comfortably. A smirk played on his lips, but he remained silent. He wasn't planning to hold a grudge, but that didn't mean he'd let things slide so easily.
Leonard couldn't figure out what Stephen was thinking. His hands trembled slightly as he held the wine glass, sweat forming on his forehead. Hesitantly, he called out, "Mr. Wilde?"
Stephen glanced at the wine glass and
