Chapter 295

Chapter 295-

The pitre a recognized Bruce immediately, bowing slightly before leading us to a secluded corner table. A bottle of red wine was already breathing in a

rtystal decanter:

I took the liberty of ordering a 2015 Châteauneuf du Pape, Bruce said as we sat down, his chest puffing slightly. “It’s exceptional.”

My expression must have stiffened at the sight of the wine, my eyes widening slightly and my lips pressing into a thin line, because Bruce’s eyebrows rose questioningly.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

Drake doesn’t like me drinking alcohol when I’m out with other men. The thought came unbidden, and I hated myself for it, my fingernails digging into my palms under the table. Drake had no fucking say in what I did anymore.