Come With Me novel Chapter 228

When I arrived home, Rogelio hadn't come back yet, and even Nancy wasn't at home.

"Why do you come back alone?"

Looking at Rosie who was standing at the top of the stairs, I was quite surprised. "Why are you home today?"

Rosie shrugged her shoulders. "My friends dated, fell in love, and went shopping. Today, no one cares about me at the same time. Why didn't my brother come back with you?"

I also went upstairs. "An important client came to the company temporarily, so he didn't come back in time. He asked me to come back first."

Rosie nodded and leaned over to me when I got close to her. "Sister in law, have you told brother about my request?"

I shook my head honestly.

Rosie looked a little disappointed.

I said to her, "You should at least let me find a good time!"

Rosie leaned her head on my shoulder and said, "Sister in law, I count on you to lead a happy life."

"No, please don't put so much pressure on me. I still don't like Kim."

"Of course you don't like him. You have my brother. How can you like him! If you like him, I can't let you be with him, not to mention my brother!"

I couldn't help shaking my head. "You are really 'poisoned' by that guy."

"Didn't you get poisoned by my brother?"

I couldn't help but feel a little depressed, thinking of the scene I saw Robbie today.

"I'll take you to a place."

I followed Rosie downstairs. She took me to open the door of a room on the first floor. The room was very small and there was nothing special. But with Rosie, I saw a ring-shaped staircase extending down in the corner of the room.

Rosie touched a switch on the wall and the dim yellow light was on. A spacious basement appeared in front of me, and there were many bottles of wine in it.

"What's this?"

"My wine cellar. All the wine here are collected by my father. They are all good red wines which have been preserved for many years."

Her hand swept over the wine rack and her eyes were fixed on something.

"My father is the only one who likes to collect such things in my family. My two brothers don't like wine. Few people come here in usual."

Although I could guess something, I still asked, "Then why are you here today?"

Rosie smiled at me. "What do you think we can do here?"

Rosie stopped, took out a bottle of red wine and said to me, "This wine has been preserved for 82 years. Would you like to drink with me?"

"Why do you want to drink again?"

Rosie skillfully found a bottle opener, took out two red wine glasses and sat down in front of a small round table in the cellar.

She poured two glasses of wine and shook the glass gently. Looking at the red wine inside, she said, "It's really good wine."

Rosie pointed at another glass of wine and said, "Would you like to drink some? Even if you want to have a taste of good wine, it won't be a loss to you!"

Rosie raised her glass and said, "Come on, I wish you and my brother a long and happy life."

Looking at the glass of wine, I felt a little sad again.

Perhaps it was because of the influence of the people around me that I learned to drown my own sorrows in wine.