Five minutes later, Julian Lancaster came over with a bottle of champagne.
He casually sat down, opened the champagne, poured a glass, and handed it to Nina Sinclair, saying softly, "Congratulations."
Nina Sinclair originally had concerns, but upon seeing Julian Lancaster’s sincere congratulations, a faint joy spread in her heart.
It’s just champagne, drinking a little should be fine.
Her lips gently curved into a slight smile, and she said gratefully, "I really should thank you."
Julian Lancaster helped her so much, and now he only asked for a meal in return, without any greed.
It proves he truly wants to help her.
She indeed must properly thank him.
As her words fell, Nina Sinclair took the champagne from Julian Lancaster’s hand, bringing it to her lips and lightly sipped.
"Eat more," Julian Lancaster said, serving her a portion of food.
"Thank you," Nina Sinclair nodded politely, lowering her head to eat.
She always felt there was a strange atmosphere between them. To cover up the awkwardness, she ended up drinking quite a bit of wine.
Though the champagne wasn’t strong, for someone with a low tolerance, drinking too much could still get them drunk.
Half an hour later, Nina Sinclair entered a slightly intoxicated state.
She was still conscious, but her thoughts started to blur, her cheeks looking rosy like a ripe red apple, enticing to be picked.
The meal in front was mostly finished, Nina Sinclair stood up and said, "I’ll do the dishes."
Just as she stood up, she unexpectedly felt dizzy, and her whole body seemed to want to fall to the ground.
Before she hit the ground, a pair of strong hands directly caught her, and she landed into a solid and warm chest.
Moments later, Nina Sinclair responded, raising her gaze.
Above her was Julian Lancaster’s sharp jawline, and she was now in his embrace.
After a while, Nina Sinclair’s alcohol-numbed nerves finally connected, her face flushed as she pushed Julian Lancaster, panic-stricken saying, "I’m fine now, let go of me!"
Julian Lancaster’s gaze fell on her slightly reddened face, his deep voice sounded, "Are you drunk?"
"No...I’m not!" Nina Sinclair denied.
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"Let go of me." Nina Sinclair struggled a bit.
Julian Lancaster instead tightened his arms, holding her in his embrace without letting go.
He looked down at her, with evident tender affection in his eyes, softly saying, "Nina Sinclair, is your heart really so cold?"
Nina Sinclair stared, shocked, at Julian Lancaster.
She didn’t understand what he meant.
Julian Lancaster bent down and said by her ear, "We had so many beautiful days. Do you not miss even a bit? Saying we should part, just like that, it’s heartbreakingly ruthless."
Upon hearing Julian Lancaster’s deep voice sound by her ear, Nina Sinclair’s heart suddenly contracted.
She actually wasn’t that heartless.
She was just forcibly suppressing her emotions, forcing herself to clear up ties with Julian Lancaster, not expecting him to appear before her again, moving across from her, and helping her secure the H Company investment.
Julian Lancaster saw the stir of emotions in Nina Sinclair’s eyes.
He lowered his head to kiss her red lips.
Nina Sinclair’s pupils constricted slightly, watching the enlarged handsome face before realizing clearly, Julian Lancaster was indeed kissing her.
His kiss was gentle and passionate, a faint taste of alcohol spread between their lips and tongues.
Nina Sinclair, initially wanting to resist, gradually gave way, completely unable to withstand, unknowingly softened into his embrace.