Since it's a banquet, drinking is inevitable.
Eva Nightingale had just picked up a glass of champagne, ready to take a sip, when a large hand stopped her.
Sebastian Yansford took the drink from her hand and handed her a glass of strawberry milk tea instead. "Sweetheart, no drinking tonight!"
His tone was cold and commanding, yet his gaze was full of affection.
Eva Nightingale smiled, "Uncle! Since when did you become so controlling?"
Sebastian Yansford knew that Eva Nightingale had liked drinking since she was young, and sometimes even smoked. This wasn't exactly a secret!
In the past, Sebastian Yansford never meddled in such things concerning her!
Why was he suddenly not letting her drink today!
"No drinking means no drinking."
"I'm your guardian."
"When I say no drinking, it means no drinking!"
"Oh~" Eva Nightingale was very puzzled.
