Noah Sinclair handed her one of the glasses of wine he was holding, while casually sipping from the other.
Summer Ford glanced at the wine he passed over, noticing the red cherry floating in it, and her gaze lingered for a moment.
The wine Noah brought was the same kind Summer had picked earlier, with a lovely name called "Angel's Kiss," and inside the beautiful glass was a red cherry.
As Summer stared at the wine glass, she couldn't help but recall the seductive way he had just taken her glass of wine and drank from it.
Taking a nonchalant sip of her drink, her gaze awkwardly shifted away.
"Did you come alone tonight?" Noah seemed very relaxed, sitting down without any intention of leaving, and even leisurely chatting with her.
"No." Summer denied it nonchalantly.
"Oh?" Noah was a bit surprised by her answer, but quickly accepted it, even adding, "True, it's not safe to come alone."
