Herbert's face froze. He clutched his legs nervously and explained.
"How would I do that? You and I are engaged. It's not unnecessary. Besides, this red wine was prepared by the restaurant."
Breenda narrowed her eyes and said, "It would be best if that was the case."
She gave the red wine a shake and put it to her lips.
Just as Breenda was about to drink, the door to the private room was opened. A pair of warm and bid hands brushed past her fingertips and took away the glass in her hand.
She looked up in confusion.
It was Bentley.
"Why are you here?"
Bentley didn't say anything. He put the wine glass to his nose and sniffed it. Then he glanced at the man beside him.
Herbert swallowed his saliva and braced himself to speak, "Who are you? This room has already been booked by me. You can't break in. Please leave!"
Herbert was about to get up and snatch the glass of red wine from Bentley.