Sylvester shot a sideways nce at L, grinning. "You know anything about wine etiquette?"


    L pouted, "What''s there to know?"


    She''d picked up a lot about what high society calls manners from Lily the spirit back in Skya country. This wine stuff wasn''t hard.


    He looked at her, then speared a piece of steak and fed it to her, raising an eyebrow. "Babe, how''s the steak?"


    L nodded, mumbling through her mouthful, "Delicious."


    Anything Sylvester cooked was always amazing.


    He looked pleased with himself and said arrogantly, "Of course it''s delicious. My cooking''s the best."


    She sat on hisp, her slender legs swinging as she blinked at him.


    He forked a piece of broli and fed it to L. As soon as she tasted it, she frowned


    and looked like she wanted to spit it out.


    Seeing this, Sylvester asked, "Not a fan?"


    L shook her head. "Nope, I don''t like veggies. Just give me meat."


    L loved good food and wasn''t usually picky, but veggies were a no-go.


    "You don''t just like meat, do you? You like me too," he teased.


    Sylvesterughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief.


    She quickly chewed and swallowed the broli. "I was wrong. Veggies are good too."


    She ate most of the dishes and then eyed the red wine longingly.


    She really loved her drinks.


    Seeing this, the servant poured her a ss. She said, "I want more, Emma."


    Seeing her eagerness, Sylvester didn''t stop her.


    The servant, Emma Torres, smiled and poured more wine.


    He handed the wine to L, still reminding her, "Don''t overdo it."


    She nodded obediently.


    But as soon as she got the wine, she tilted her head back and downed it in one go.


    She drank the whole ss of red wine in one shot.


    Sylvester''s eyes widened in shock, and the next second he reacted, quickly snatching the wine ss away. "Is that how you drink red wine?"


    Emma, who was watching,ughed. Before working for the Gomez family, she''d trained in wine culture.


    L was the first person she''d seen drink red wine like that.


    A bottle of 1945 La Romanee Conti, worth $510,000, the most expensive red wine in the world, had been auctioned by Sylvester and kept in the wine cer.


    Today, Sylvester had specially taken it out, only for L to chug it without savoring it. But she was really cute.


    Her face turned noticeably red, even her exposed hands started to turn red too, like a boiled shrimp.


    Shey in his arms, smacked her lips, and said softly, "La Romanee Conti, from 1945, Sylvester, you have so many treasures. But who cares if it''s expensive? I just want to... drink it all in one gulp."


    The feeling of drinking so freely was too satisfying!


    She didn''t care about etiquette now; she just wanted to drink big gulps of wine.


    "Don''t you like me drinking like this?!" L asked, smiling coquettishly at Sylvester.


    He wrapped his left arm around her slender waist, looking down at her in his arms, listening to her soft voice after drinking. She was clearly a lightweight but still wanted to drink.


    Heughed in exasperation, pinched her cheek. "I like it! You can do whatever you want."