James sat on the sofa and continued to observe Lilia's body.
He looked around and suddenly caught a glimpse of the small bar at the back of the living room. "Where is he? Wait, why are there so many bottles of wine? Does he drink often?"
He and Irene had not had the time to visit since Lilia and Jean settled here.
So when James saw the bottles of red and white wine, James couldn't see why they were necessary.
Lilia followed James's gaze and said with a smile, "He rarely drinks, only occasionally. I bought the wine..."
She will be in charge of all her husband's wine for the rest of his life.
Upon hearing this, James pursed his lips in anger. "Where is he? In the study?"
Lilia nodded. "I'll call him..."
"No, let me meet him. I have something to say to him!"
