Sydney's movements had been bold and exaggerated. However, Julian burst out laughing when he saw her painful expression. "Slow down. Don't choke."
"I'm not going to choke!" Sydney placed the wine glass down before pushing it closer to him. "Pour me another glass of wine."
"Doesn't your heart ache over the price of the drink now?" Julien raised an eyebrow.
She glared at him and urged, "Of course! My heart still aches, but I'd rather finish it than let it turn bad. Hurry up! Pour me another glass."
Julien chuckled. "Okay. I'll pour you another glass."
Then, he held the wine bottle up to refill her glass.
Sydney let out a sigh as she held the wine glass up and glanced at the sparkling red liquid inside. "It's all your fault. Why did you decide to prepare a meal out of nowhere?"
"What? "Julien was confused. "Did you say it's my fault?"
He wondered, 'How can it be my fault?'
"It's obviously your fault!" Sydney stomped her foot on the ground. "I wouldn't have thought of celebrating it if you hadn't cooked for me. I wouldn't have recalled that I had a bottle of red wine if I hadn't thought of celebrating it. You wouldn't have gotten the chance to open this bottle if I hadn't thought of it. So, whose fault do you think it is?"
Julien was shocked and speechless upon hearing her explanation.
Julien thought, 'She is so two-faced! I can't believe she's putting all of the blame on me. She's expecting me to deal with all the consequences on my own! Sure, I made the meal. And I suggested the idea, but I wasn't the one who suggested having a celebration. And I even tried to stop her when she brought it up. She's the one who insisted on bringing a bottle of wine here. Yet, it sounds like everything's my fault now.'
Julien pressed his palm against his forehead while feeling sorry for himself.
Sydney seemed even more displeased when she saw Julien pressing his lips together with a contemplative look on his face. She smacked her palm against the table. "What is it? Are you unhappy now? Don't you think it's your fault?"
The corners of Julien's mouth twitched. He thought, 'So, she's forcing me to admit it's my fault, huh?'
"Fine, fine. It's my fault. It's all my fault!" Julien had no choice but to shoulder the burden of being wrong. He patted Julien's shoulder to calm her down.
He thought, 'Forget it. Since she's my woman, I'm okay with taking all of the blame. I'll just have to coax her later. A man like me shouldn't get too petty about such matters, anyway.'
Thinking of that, Julien took a sip of red wine. "You're lucky you're with me. I don't think anyone else would pamper you like this."
He swirled the wine in his glass and looked at the red liquid before letting out a soft laugh.
This was the first time he was being blamed for something he hadn't done.
And he willingly accepted the blame. He was certain that no one would believe it if they found out about this.
Sydney knew what Julien meant by his words, and she knew how unreasonable she was being.
She thought, 'But why does that matter? He's my man, right? What's wrong with taking the blame for me sometimes?'
Thinking of this, Sydney grunted at Julien. "At least you know what's the right thing to do."
Julien couldn't resist pinching her face. "Why didn't I know that you had this side to you in the past? "
She flicked his hand away. "There are so many things you haven't discovered about me. You don't even know how many sides of me there are."
"Oh?" He smirked. "Guess I'll have to continue digging deep into you, then."
"You can go ahead and do that. I'd like to see how much you can find about me." Sydney raised her glass and finished her wine once more.
Then she placed it in front of Julien to indicate that she wanted another glass.
He frowned without making a move. He said, "You should stop drinking."
"No. I can't waste this." Sydney shook her head as she insisted on having another glass.
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