"When did you start drinking?!" Tara Summer's face turned stern.
She had been indeed too busy lately, neglecting not only Oskar but also Bastian entirely.
To think that he'd started drinking!
"Not for long..." Seeing the woman's darkened face, Bastian immediately confessed, but as he noticed Tara Summer's expression growing even grimmer, he cheekily said, "Tara, Tara... I swear, at most I only had half a glass, and it was red wine, really, you have to believe me!"
Tara Summer frowned deeply, ignoring him, she turned around and went back to her room, and said to Owl Eagle, "Owl Eagle, throw all the alcohol out of the room, and don't let him touch a drop!"
"Tara..." Bastian quickly rushed in, grabbing Tara Summer's arm and coquettishly pressed his face against her arm.
Though Bastian appeared to be a grown man, such a scene of him acting childishly was almost unbearable to watch!
