"I want to drink," Camilla, with her divinely beautiful face wearing a gentle smile, sat across from Sinclair.
"Will you accompany me?" Sinclair squinted slightly, wearing a cryptic smile as he watched Camilla.
"Can you drink during your period?"
"Yes, yes, I can," Worried that Sinclair might refuse, Camilla nodded repeatedly.
"I'm a doctor, you can trust me."
Sinclair quirked his lips, not saying anything.
The servant quickly brought two bottles of red wine, opened them and placed them in front of the two, then retreated.
Camilla poured wine for Sinclair and then for herself.
"Sweetheart" She raised her glass, speaking softly with a smile.
"To celebrate me by your side."
Sinclair's narrow, dark eyes squinted slightly, his gaze earnestly fixed on the blooming smile before him, his voice deep and hoarse.
"To be by my side, is it something worth celebrating?"
