"Well, the wine only deserves you," Aurum remarked.

"You're flattering me now? If I had a bit more alcohol tolerance, I might just finish it," Gale joked.

Aurum responded, "If you like it, I'll send you a few bottles."

"No need, no need." Gale waved her hand. "We've got quite a lot of wine at home. Don't waste the good stuff."

She picked up her knife and fork, diving back into the steak before her.

The medium-rare filet mignon was succulent, flavorful, with just the right chewiness.

Aurum stole a glance at her, then at the bottle of red wine, his lips curling into a subtle smile.

Just waiting for time to slowly pass by!

Meanwhile, outside the restaurant, a sports car halted at the entrance, Shawn stepped out. He tossed the keys to the valet, his expression devoid of emotion, his demeanor imposing.

The restaurant manager greeted him upon sight, "Mr. Wood, are you here for dining or… "

Shawn's face remained cold as he directly inquired, "Looking for someone. Which private room