Atlas opened his lips with the wine glass right before him. Unfortunately, he didn't move the glass towards his lips.
"I am sorry, but I'm not thirsty. I told you I'm not in the mood to drink. Please drink it in my stead." With an innocent smile, Atlas pushed the glass of wine toward the lips of Lia.
The glass touched her lips, prompting her to step back hastily. As she suddenly moved back, the glass dropped from the hands of Atlas and Lia.
The glass filled with wine crashed on the ground, filling the silent room with the noise of glass shattering.
"Hmm?" Atlas was even more sure that something was wrong with this glass. Why else was she so scared to drink it?
"What happened?" Atlas inquired as he went to the table on the side. He picked a piece of paper and returned.
"Was something wrong?" he asked, going down on his knees to collect the glass pieces, so they didn't stab anyone.
