"Mister Drost, you may stay here as long as you like; the Brusinov Family will always welcome you."
The dinner ended amidst Yarhol's praises, and Finn Droste stood up from the dining table and headed towards the guest rooms upstairs.
It was almost time to sleep, but before that, he wanted to take a bath to relieve the mental exhaustion.
Seeing him leave the dining room, Levin quickly picked up a bottle of red wine from the table and followed him. Hearing the footsteps behind him, Finn Droste turned around and smiled at Levin, "Please thank young master Yarhol for me, but I really don't need any special service; you can go back."
Special service my ass...
Muttering an internal complaint, Levin's face broke into a radiant smile and he said in a soft, ethereal voice, "Mister Drost, our young master asked me to deliver a bottle of wine to you. He said that drinking a glass of red wine while looking at the snow scenery before bed can help alleviate stress..."
