Daniel Cooper's brows furrowed, as a thick displeasure began to permeate the depths of his eyes.
Although everyone present was her employee and even if she did truly collapse here, they wouldn't let any harm come to her, didn't she know how bad staying up all night and drinking was for her health?
But at this moment, even though anger was brewing inside him, he just couldn't let it show.
If he hadn't left after having dinner with her, and instead stayed behind to watch over her, she wouldn't have gotten this drunk.
He lowered his gaze to the woman beside him and gently called her name, "Amy."
The music in the private room was soft, but the woman acted as if she hadn't heard him, clumsily skewering fruit with a fruit fork, her movements delayed, awkward, and somehow… adorable.
As she speared a green grape, Daniel leaned in and whispered near her ear, "If you ruin all these fruits and don't eat them, wouldn't that be a waste?"
