Anthony Young glanced at the two of them with the corner of his eye.
He was one move away from winning the game, so he accepted his loss.
Who would expect Sophia Jackson to jump in halfway? He needed to watch out for her next time.
"Alright, alright." Sophia pulled Lyra to sit down, pretending to rub her eyes.
She nudged Lyra's elbow with her own.
Lyra scratched her head, a bit awkward, and looked away.
Anthony picked up the red wine and poured it in front of Sophia, "Look at my poor memory, I forgot you can drive, it's fine for me to have a drink."
After saying that, he tapped his glass against Sophia's, the rim tilted downward, not higher than hers, "You can help yourself."
It wasn't just that one glass; Anthony continued to drink several more glasses quite consciously.
"Lyra, what are your plans for the future?" Anthony asked, staring at Lyra.
He was a little drunk now, and his Peach Blossom Eyes were filled with affection as he looked at her.
