When their half bottle of wine was consumed half-way through, Mia was flashed with alcohol. The dim, soft light flattered Liam’s good look perfectly.
Gazing at the Liam, the epitome of male beauty, Mia was filled with bitter sweetness.
It was her triumph to have this man recognizing her as his real girlfriend though his heart had been stolen by someone else.
Ah, maybe she had never managed to nail his heart.
The time had come—she could not afford any delay.
“Liam, would you mind bringing here our desert, the ice-cream I made from the refrigerator?”
Mia begged sweetly, unable to pluck up the courage to look into his eyes.
“Sure.” Liam nodded and rose up.
When he heading into the kitchen, Mia trotted to the greenery beside the dinner table and fished out a little box that contained two pink pills.
She gave a deep sigh of relief when one of them sank into Liam’s cup and dissolved.
“Why are you sighing?” Liam’s voice startled her into a shudder, lips paled.
She struggled to pull a grin: “No, I didn’t. You must have misheard!”
Liam brought two little crystal bows with him, each containing exquisitely ornamented fruit ice cream.
Mia urged him attentively: “Liam, have a taste! I made it myself”.
Liam smiled and shook his head: “You know sweets are not my thing.”
“Come on! Have a bite, please. It is my handmade masterpiece!” Mia scooped the ice cream with a little silver spoon and sent it right beside his mouth.
Glancing at her, Liam opened his mouth reluctantly.
“Then have a sip of this wine—a perfect accompaniment!” Mia offered a cup of wine. That was odd. Mia was always too restrained to show her desire. Why so passionate today?
Wondering at the change of Mia, Liam drained his cup of wine.
With a little bit of guilt, he knew how much she was onto him. She spent her prime years on loving him.
He would try his best to please her without touching the bottom line.
Mia settled her agitated mind when Liam finally finished his wine. God knew how much she had been longing for this man, his body, his touch and the reassuring feeling of having him inside of her.
She wanted to prove that he was still hers. Nothing could set them apart.
Shaking her cup, Mia drained the wine in one gulp.
What a perfect moment—siting with her love, enjoying the delicious ice cream, listening to the beautiful music. Everything was set in place.
The cell phone on the table rang up.
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