He turned around, lifted his wrist holding a cocktail glass, and splashed the red wine on her face.
Splash!
The stunned woman only realized what the man had done to her after her attention shifted back to present at that odd sound!
The red wine, which was splashed on her face, now dripped down her cheeks; even her hair and dress were not spared. She was extremely humiliated as she perceived the eyes on her.
His crisp and frigid orbs fell on her, and in his deep, low voice, he told her off without any emotions.
"Don't use your dirty hand to touch me, understand?"
She opened and closed her mouth as she looked at the man whose expression was icy. Shame set in after a brief moment of sad disappointment.
"I-I have no other intention except—"
He cut her off in his impatience. "I have no other intention as well, except for finding you irritating, so please keep your distance from me."
