"Noah," he corrected Inez with a cold voice. "Please call me, 'Noah'."
Inez raised her brows as she leaned back on her chair. She stared at Noah sternly, his response was enough to show her the defiance which was still bubbling in his veins.
Correcting her was not only rude but also a rather bold way to express that he still had a bit of a fight left in him.
"Noah," Inez began once again in a polite manner. "As I was saying, regret is a rather strong emotion. If you are still hung up on the past, then there is no point in moving forward with the future."
Noah picked up the glass of wine on his side and took a sip from it. His expression twisted when he realized that once again the servants had forgotten to mix a hint of brandy in the wine. Something that he liked, if it was Ari—
