The shadows on the coffee table flickered like a sand painting coming to life, exuding a unique charm.
Lorenzo's eyes narrowed, his voice cold as ice, "Leave."
His tone was as frosty as when he spoke to strangers.
It was a stark contrast to the gentle smiles he once had for her, a world apart.
Catherine began to miss the man who always had a warm smile for her.
Catherine shifted slightly, then leaned into Lorenzo, grabbing the freshly opened bottle of wine. She poured herself a full glass, then filled one for Lorenzo.
She raised her glass, not caring whether Lorenzo was willing or not, and clinked it against his.
Then, she downed her drink.
Lorenzo frowned, "Leave."
As if she hadn't heard, Catherine picked up the bottle and refilled her glass.
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