"Can I help you with something?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
Charlotte shook her head, feeling a little awkward. "No, I was just curious about what you were doing down here."
Wesley raised an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned back to the wine rack and continued selecting bottles.
Charlotte watched him, feeling a little frustrated. She wanted to know what he was planning, but he seemed determined to keep her in the dark.
As Wesley worked, Charlotte couldn't help but notice the vast collection of wines and champagnes that lined the shelves. There were bottles from all over the world, some of them looking extremely rare and valuable.
"Wesley, this is an incredible collection," Charlotte said, trying to make conversation. "You must have spent a fortune on it."
Wesley turned around, a small smile playing on his lips. "Let's just say that I have a passion for fine wine," he said.
