He sneered, "Aren't you very fashionable? You learned how to use a typewriter so quickly."

"With it, I can stop writing by hand." She said coldly, "No one can imitate my handwriting. I think this is a fatal thing."

The 30-year-old antique was so angry that he drank all the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Okay, I'll move it somewhere else." She compromised, because the typewriter was really noisy.

"Why don't you put Egyptian ornaments in your room?"

"I don't put in my bedroom what was in the tomb!" she repeated again.

"Are you afraid of death?"

"I just can't imagine that scene." She said with some discomfort, "I don't want to wake up every day and have to distinguish whether I am in the world of the living or the world of the dead."

"We are alive." He put his hand on her neck and said forcefully, "Don't have such questions again."

"Are you related to Mrs. Lemuel?" She endured the pain and asked with some pain.

"Are you jealous?"

She nodded.

"Keep it like this." He let go of his hand, took a glass of wine from the waiter's hand, and drank it elegantly and comfortably.

When he was drinking, Georgiana slapped him on the back and made him spit out the wine.

"What are you doing!" he said angrily.

She took the glass and smelled it. She found that the green liquid was a cocktail with fennel and cardamom added, so she gave it back to him.

"Don't think that others won't recognize you if you change your clothes." She said coldly, "Don't drink anything from unknown sources."

"Do you think green things are poisonous?" he asked with an interesting smile.

"What kind of wine is this?"

"Wormwood, it also has a nickname."

"What?"

"Green goblin." He deliberately bumped her with his shoulder.

She stared at him for a while, then decided to ignore him and go elsewhere, but he followed her.

He took her to a room with statuettes and shared the glass of wine with her in the most cheesy way possible.

It's sweet, maybe honey is added to it.

"It is said that this wine can cure all diseases." He whispered.

"I'm not sick."

"You are jealous, I am treating you." He wiped the wine from her lips, put his big head on her forehead, with a smile on his lips.

"I'm still angry." She said coldly, "I don't feel happy at all now."

"I am full?"

She nodded.

He took her out of the salon when no one was paying attention, without saying hello to the hostess from the beginning to the end, as if she just came to eat and drink for free.
Chapter completed!