Just when I was about to take a step forward, Marius stopped me. "Why are you still getting into the habit of doing that? You'll get drunk easily if you drink red and white wine one after another like this."
I swatted his hand away and gave him a reassuring look. "It's okay. Shouldn't I express my sincerity if I want to persuade him?"
"Be careful, then. Delia is next to him." With a worried tone, Marius looked at Delia with a guarded gaze.
I nodded. "Don't worry. I'll give you a signal later. Come up and drag away then."
After leaving him with that instruction, I grabbed the wine glass and went over to them. The moment I reached Theo, the people surrounding him were sharp enough to move away. I went up to him, and before I could even say anything, Delia said, "Did you come to give us a toast, President Lane?"
"Indeed. If it weren't for President Grant, I wouldn't be here today. Won't you indulge me with a toast, President Grant?" I moved my glass toward Theo's while paying attention to his expression. Theo's expression remained unchanged, but his hand that was holding the wine glass paused.
After a while, he said leisurely, "A toast it is."
Theo raised his wine glass, the light reflecting off the wine glass on his delicate face brightly. I raised the glass and clinked with his.
I then downed it.
A chill rose through my stomach. I could not tell any emotion from his eyes.
Pursing my lips, I looked at Delia, who was beside him, and immediately said, "Miss Owens, can I speak with President Grant alone?"
Delia's expression changed when she heard that, and she let out a light laugh. "What kind of joke is that? You want me to let my future husband talk to his former wife alone? How magnanimous do you think I am?"
I ignored her and locked my gaze on Theo. "What do you say, President Grant?"
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