The dim candlelight reflected in each other's eyes, the dark red wine flowed in the tall glass, radiating glittering colors, its rich aroma intertwining between red lips and white teeth.
Amelia was extremely guarded; except on her own turf, she would never touch a drop of alcohol.
But today, with this man by her side, she drank most of the bottle of red wine with ease and indulgence, and Daniel Cooper, surprisingly, didn't stop her.
Although not drunk, she was slightly tipsy, her body as light and fluttering as her mood at this moment.
She stood up with her wine glass, gracefully walked over to the man sitting across the dining table, clinked her glass against his and said with a beaming smile, "Happy birthday."
"Mmm," the man's eyes fixed unblinkingly on her, "And where's my birthday gift?"
Amelia's face, flushed with the warmth of the wine, suddenly stiffened in expression, because she hadn't expected his return and therefore hadn't prepared any gift at all.
