Chapter 139: Best wine
Yuki bravely stood in front of Abrielle in an attempt to save her from what he posed as danger. Cedric’s eyes narrowed at the cat. He didn’t say anything, but his gaze moved back to Abrielle, who didn’t need him to say a single word to understand what he meant.
"I am sorry he was still in here this late," she said quickly, grabbing Yuki from the floor and then sending him out. Yuki’s sad cries filled the hallway, but Abrielle had no choice but to close the door. Her poor baby was being bullied.
"It’s been a while; sorry about that. Yuki is just a clingy little animal." She nervously blurted, her eyes falling on Cedric. He was as dashing as ever, his dark hair was allowed to pour down scattered on his back.
Tonight, he decided to wear something different from his regular black shirts and chose a blue shirt in which some of the buttons were deliberately left undone to give Abrielle a peak of his toned muscles.
She nervously gulped, and her lower lip was being abused by her teeth. This was indeed the devil tempting her. Cedric was always gorgeous, but she didn’t know when he started to affect her this way.
"Yuki, so that’s its name," Cedric mentioned as he broke eye contact to walk towards the table, avoiding her intense gaze on him. Abrielle stood struck at the door, confused about what to do with the awkward atmosphere that filled the room.
Cedric sat down on a seat by the table and then pulled off his mask. His brows arched at Abrielle. "Are you going to stand there all night?" He asked her, causing her to jerk.
She stood upright, close to the door. She could still hear Yuki, but unfortunately, the cat was not her priority at the moment. "Sorry, my head was clouded." She blurted, trying to clear her head. She didn’t understand why she was so nervous tonight.
She was still stunned, he should not have had time. She got nervous about why he came so early. His calm expression made his intentions unreadable.
The sound of the red wine being poured into the glass echoed. Abrielle slowly dragged her legs towards him. Cedric glanced from the glass back to her. She wasn’t fidgeting or trembling, but her palms were sweaty and clamping as she clutched her dress to control her nervousness.
A soft smile tugged his lips, "There is no need to be so nervous; it’s not the first time we are sharing a bed. Maybe you should take a sip of wine." Cedric suggested trying to get rid of the stiff atmosphere, forcing himself to pry his eyes from her body.