The moment she saw Matthew Saxon, she thought to herself, rumors can sometimes be reliable after all; indeed, this second young master had a face as enchanting as a demon.
Watching the blush creep onto Softy's fair cheeks, Matthew's expression shifted slightly, a strange color flickering in his eyes.
He actually thought of that damned woman again.
The eyes in front of him, that face flushed with pink, looked so much like hers.
Matthew felt a bit frustrated inside.
He gripped Softy's chin, pressing his thin lips together, and stared at her anxious face for a moment before suddenly letting out a cold smile. He released her, picked up an empty wine glass from the table, and put it into Softy's hand, saying, "Drink with me."
Easton laughed and hollered, "Softy, you really have the skills here. Hurry up and drink heartily with the second young master. Make sure she drinks to her heart's content, and there'll be a big reward from me."
Glass after glass followed.
