Chapter 723 Something’s Wrong
Just as Hera and the others arrived, a waiter approached with a tray of red wine. The other men didn’t take a glass, but as soon as Hera got closer, she picked one up and took a sip.
Her throat felt parched, and the moment the sweet flavor hit her tongue, she found it surprisingly pleasant. The astringent aftertaste was minimal, making it taste almost like juice—so without hesitation, she drank more.
After taking a sip of the wine, Hera licked the corner of her mouth where a drop had nearly spilled over. "This wine is good," she praised, reaching out for another glass.
Before she could grab it, Leo pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist. Undeterred, Athena reached for the wine instead, downing it in one swift gulp. She then turned to Hera just as the music started up again, and soon, people began stepping into the center to dance.
"Babe, why don’t we dance?" Athena asked with a grin.
Hera nodded, then smirked. "Why don’t you dance with Zen instead?" She tilted her head toward Zen, who immediately caught on.
With a gentlemanly flourish, Zen stepped in front of Athena and gave a small bow. "Miss Designer Athena, may I have this dance?" His playful yet slightly serious smile added to his charm.
Though Zen was young and mischievous, his upbringing as a young master from a wealthy family meant he had received advanced education and possessed impeccable etiquette—something Athena suddenly found incredibly attractive.
Raising a brow, she extended her hand and placed it in his. With that, they walked toward the center to join the dancers.
Leo’s phone suddenly rang, and he hesitated before reluctantly letting go of Hera. But before he did, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek and forehead.
"Wifey, I need to take this call for work. Enjoy yourself and dance with them for a bit, okay? Be good." His low, magnetic voice sent a shiver down Hera’s spine, making her stomach flutter. No matter how many times she heard it, Leo’s voice always felt like a siren’s call—impossible to resist.