Chapitre 93: The Owner and the Doll's Names are Antonyms

As the night deepened, Eternity poured another serving of wine into Evan's glass, the red-purplish liquid dripping straight from the bottle.

Evan nodded appreciatively, his movements sluggish and his demeanor relaxed, and a droopy smile played on his lips. His cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, and his eyes, half-lidded and hazy from intoxication, reflected the soft glow of the moonlight shining through the window.

"For someone who's the CEO of an alcoholic beverage company," Eternity chuckled, her own cheeks tinged with a delicate blush as if she, too, had indulged in one too many glasses of wine. "You're not handling your alcohol well."

Evan crossed his arms and furrowed his brow, his expression resembling that of a petulant child.

"Wine has more alcohol content than beer, you know!" he argued, his words slurring slightly as he struggled to maintain his composure.