Now that Vincent noticed the conniving look on their faces, he sharply turned his eyes towards the Sharbat served in front of him. He didn't know where his gut feeling got the idea but it told him that Ryley might have put some poison in it!
The man was convinced that Ryley must have been secretly suspecting him after the incident. And now that he suddenly ordered for Sharbat to be served, nobody could guarantee what the blond might have put on his drink.
As others tried the Sharbat, the air around Vincent suspended. Ominous feelings began to surround his heart, and just as his survival instinct kicked in, he opened a mineral water bottle and drank it instead.
"What's wrong, Mr. Vincent? You don't want to try my favorite lemon Sharbat?" Ryley asked, faking his voice as if confused.
The corner of Vincent's lips twitched into a nervous smile. Did Ryley think he would take a drink he didn't even know would be served?
