This place wasn’t like a bar or a restaurant. It was decorated luxuriously and clean, with one or two people passing by occasionally.
Doloress was puzzled, “What kind of place is this?”
“A bar.” Sampson was pulling her towards the private room at the end of the corridor.
Dolores frowned, “Rarely have I seen such quiet bar.”
“This is a private bar and it’s not open to the public, just only to some people.” Sampson explained, “It’s quiet here.”
“Oh.”
They reached the private room in just a moment, and Sampson pushed the door open. The room was large and a bit dull with its warm yellow light. At the back, there was a black leather sofa. There was a round table at the front, with two bottles of red wine and two glasses on it.
Dolores looked at Sampson, “You arranged this in advance?”
Sampson was stiff for a moment, but he replied naturally, “I’m a VIP guest here and this is my reserved private room. The wine was stored here by me too.”
Dolores walked into the room, “I remember that you don’t like drinking wine.”
Sampson stood at the door, looking at Dolores’s slim back, and fell into a trance for a second, “People always change, isn’t it? I’m a human too, and I do have emotions and desires too. I’ll be sad too for falling in love with the person I can’t have.”
There was overtone in his conversation.
Dolores got the meaning of Sampson’s words.
She pretended to be casual while glancing around the room. She reached out to touch the lampshade, knock on the wine bottle, and fiddle with the goblet. “There are thousands of people in the world and it is fate that brings them to meet. And some of them are even not meant to be. There’s a saying that goes ‘If it’s meant to be, it will be’.”
Sampson looked down and smiled, “You’re always being eloquent, not giving me a single chance. Do you show respect to elders?”
Dolores turned around, smiling at him, “You’re not old. To me, you’re always the one wearing white coat with glasses, always asking about Jeremy’s condition. And you always take care of me like a big brother. I remember it all.”
Sampson opened the wine and poured it out, “Let’s not talk about the past.”
He was afraid that he would be soft-hearted and couldn’t lay a hand on her.
However, without ruining her, Maria Herbert and Matthew Nelson would never be together. And their marriage wouldn’t be able to give the Herbert family a promising future.
Sampson poured two glasses of wine, “Stop looking around. Come and have a drink with me.”
Dolores sat on the sofa and held the wine that Sampson poured for her up. The wine had a bright red colour as well as a mellow scent. It was a fine red wine. Sampson held his own wine glass and clinked it against hers with a crisp sound, “Let’s paint the town red today.”
“I’m not really good at drinking. I can’t get wasted with you. I need to get back early too. Simona can’t leave me.” It was always Dolores who put Simona Flores to bed. Without Dolores at night, it might bother Jessica Lennon.
Sampson didn’t reply, but he lifted his head and gulped down the wine.
He held his empty glass and showed it to Dolores, “I’ve finished it. Your turn.”
Dolores had no choice but to drink it.
Red wine was different from a white wine which burned. Red wine was milder and wouldn’t feel uncomfortable with it.
Sampson poured her some wine again, “This is the first time the two of us drinking wine in such a quiet place.”
“Mm.” Dolores lowered her eyes and stared at Sampson, pouring the wine. Her vision was a bit blurry. She blinked her eyes and said, “Yeah, but this wine is very strong.”
Sampson looked at her and asked, “Is it?”
“Yes.” Dolores felt dizzy.
“Would it be an excuse for not wanting to drink with me?” Sampson said deliberately.
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