The room descended into silence. Bruce's gaze glued to the bottle, his brow furrowed. On the surface, it seemed as though he was trying to unravel the mysteries of the wine.
My father? He simply reclined on the couch, his head resting on the headrest.
My gaze drifted between them.
At this moment I needed an answer, yet it was as though they were only engrossed in their thoughts about the drink.
What exactly is Luna Kiss?
Why does it seem like it held some secret that couldn't be unveiled?
Why had my father reacted so fiercely at the sight of that bottle?
But no matter what I thought, it was clear nobody was ready to answer me.
Yet my curiosity persisted. I wanted to know, and I needed the answer right away.
"Dad," I called firmly. "What is Luna Kiss?"
My father lifted his head from the headrest, his gaze cold and emotionless, his face darkening, his fist clenched.
"Phina, stay clear of this drink next time," he said coldly.
What?!
