Jefferson was still curious about why Larissa suddenly asked him out for wine. Larissa wasn't usually this enthusiastic. Was she testing him? Why hadn't this cunning woman changed since then, making him hate her even more? He'd initially hoped that this dinner wouldn't do anything strange. However, reality didn't live up to his expectations. Therefore, he tried to hold back his annoyance by smiling at his fiancée and holding her supple hand to coax her into not throwing a tantrum if he didn't drink.
Meanwhile, Larissa still hopes her fiancé will drink with her so they can make mistakes, like she did with Flint. She hopes that for once, her fiancé will truly forget his initial desire to marry Carabella. Will her current mission succeed?
"Because it's been a long time since I've seen you drink wine. I'm still curious. Why do you avoid wine so much?"
His right eyebrow raised. "Did you forget? I have to drive home."
"But, you can call Raul to pick you up."
