Triplets on Secret Mission novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247

Sean smiled and wondered, ‘Which part of us looks engaged?’ Sean elaborated, “Mr. Lane, I believe you have misunderstood. I’m not engaged, and this lady is not who you think she is. She’s just a friend.”

Sean said it bluntly, and the area fell silent for a moment.

Mr. Lane could not really help but feel embarrassed. He simply wanted to come over and talk He said that because they were so well-matched and close. Mr. Lane smiled as he stretched out his hand, holding the wine, and said, “Then I’ll drink a glass of wine to compensate Mr. Anderson’s friend for my embarrassment.” Molly realized Mr. Lane toasting the wine glass in front of her. It was obviously inappropriate for her to refuse because Mr. Lane was older than her and an elder. “It’s okay,” Molly said softly, sipping her wine glass. Never slap the smiler, as the saying goes. “Then I’ll go in first. Mr. Anderson, we’ll talk again later.” Mr. Lane stated. He waved his hand and walked away Molly frowned lightly as she watched the figure walk out the door. A nearby street lamp reflected the light on her, casting a half-shadow on her face and highlighting her features. “Are you okay?” Sean inquired directly. Molly creased her brow. Previously, the mature and elegant individual had transformed into a cute and delicate little girl.

“It’s not tasty,” Molly said. The mellow and robust taste of the red wine enveloped her mouth and taste buds. As if half bitter and half spicy were combined. It had an unfathomable flavor.

Molly rarely drinks alcohol, let alone the Forts family’s vineyard red wine. Those who enjoyed it found it to be mellow, flavorful, and with an endless aftertaste. It will not be precise as Molly described it.

Sean moved his wheelchair closer to Molly and noticed that the wine glass in her hand had only a small amount of wine left; and asked softly, “You can’t drink alcohol?” Molly gave the nod. Bitterness and spiciness seemed to permeate her entire body, eventually converging in her mind. “My alcohol tolerance is very low, and I’m not very good at drinking it,” she explained. “I barely touched alcohol.” Molly noticed that she was having difficulty speaking.

Sean did not notice it and thought, ‘Even if her tolerance is low, there should be a limit. She only took a sip and couldn’t possibly get drunk that quickly.’ Molly sat quietly with her head down, her demeanor impeccable. Sean smirked as he thought Molly did not like it after she drank it and was upset about it.