The delicate girl sat aggrievedly next to Ian with her head bowed.
She looked at Ian with sorrowful eyes.
Yvette, Julie, and Nicole raised their eyes to take a peek. They initially felt fine, but they felt awkward being stared at like that by that girl.
It looked as if Ian neglected the girl because of the three of them.
Yvette saw this and smiled.
"Ian, why didn't you entertain your friend properly? Go get her something to drink..."
Ian impatiently shuffled the cards and looked at the delicate girl.
"Can you go by yourself?”
The girl nodded aggrievedly.
Soon after, she brought over five glasses of wine. Her voice was sweet and mushy. "Everyone, do you want a drink?”
She was quite tactful.
Nicole smiled. "No thanks, I don't drink.”
Nicole was wearing a loose dress, so her belly could not be seen.
The delicate girl insisted on putting the wine in front o f Nicole and persuaded her with great effort.
"Miss, how can you not drink? You should more or less drink a little. Second Young Master said that women who don’t drink are Debbie Downers...”
Once she said that, the air in the room became stagnant.
Yvette and Julie gave Ian a meaningful glance.
Ian's enthusiasm to play cards at the moment was completely doused. "No, I've never said that!”
He quickly looked at Nicole.
Nicole was calm. She smiled and looked down at the cards. "It's okay. Let’s continue."
The delicate girl did not know what went on and looked at Ian more aggrievedly.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Ian gave her a sullen look. A hint of annoyance flashed across his face.
He got up, picked up the glass of wine in front of Nicole, and turned around to go to the bar. He then gave Nicole a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
The delicate girl saw this scene, and her eyes flickered.
"Second Young Master, I also want to drink juice...."
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