Chapter 513
Thesaya spoke in a near whisper, and Ian’s gaze had already sunk deep with thought.
She tilted her goblet slightly, curling her lips into a wry smile. "You seem very surprised. But as you can see, in the end, I won, Ian."
Only then did Ian extend the bottle and begin pouring wine into her goblet as he replied, "I think I need to hear the history of that victory in a little more detail."
"Really? Is that okay? You don’t like long stories, Ian," said Thesaya, her face brightening.
A faint, wry smile touched Ian’s lips. "For someone who says that, you sure clung to me for a long time."
As he poured wine into his goblet, he added casually, "Besides, I’m the one who sent you back into the arms of your enemy."
"So you feel responsible? Hmm... in that case, maybe it’s better if I just don’t say it. Just kidding," Thesaya said with a smile on her lips.
She then roughly wiped her face with her palm and continued, "From the moment I first saw that old woman, I felt disgusted. It was like I hated her on instinct."
Right to the main point, as if she’s been waiting.
Placing the bottle on the table, Ian swallowed a dry laugh.
In the meantime, Thesaya, having moistened her lips with wine, said, "Her tone and the look in her eyes weren't very pleasant either. Plus, she kept testing me, trying to confirm if I really couldn't remember anything."
She had already crossed one leg over the other.