Evan kept kicking at the glass. He didn't care at all the pain his feet had to take. In the next room, it was so quiet that they could hear each other's breath.

Avery held the pillow. She was still in shock. She seldom did it. But she was confused at the moment.

"Tell me again what you just said."

Andrew slightly squinted. His eyes were long and narrow. Avery's surprised look, and the way her rosy lips were apart were so tempting. Avery licked her lips with her tongue tip. She came to him with the book in her hand.

"Don't give me a disgusting look. Tell me!"

"Avery, I know a secret. Men who fall in love with you are prone to be tortured. Okay, okay. Are you sure you want to stay on top of me on the couch?"

Avery came at Andrew to knock his head with the book. Andrew lay down on the couch. Avery didn't have time to change the position. Now she was on top of Andrew. Her wrist was in Andrew's hands.

"I'm telling you I can take you away as long as I spend the night with you."

"That's impossible!" Avery got off Andrew's hands. She sat up.

"It can't be that simple. If it is, why should we wait till tomorrow?"

Avery suddenly thought of the screen she saw this morning. She walked up to it. Why would Mr. Howel show her the video where Evan was shot multiple times and bled out in Mr. Howel's room?

What was the connection?

"It's true."

"How did he promise you? Tell me everything, including every detail..."

"I brought a chess set and chess pieces made of precious jade to visit him. I played chess with him. He was so happy and let me take you away," Andrew would never tell Avery he lost two games. It wasn't lying. It was selective information concealment.

"That's it?"

"Or else, what do you think?"

Avery looked at Andrew. He didn't look like lying. Besides, he didn't have to tell her such a lame lie.

As Avery was wondering, there was knocking on the door. The maids brought meals.

Andrew walked over as he said.

"We are only two orange jumpsuits away from being prisoners."

Avery couldn't help smiling. This place was indeed a prison. They had no freedom to leave the door. But at least the food was good.

To her surprise, the maid didn't leave immediately. She opened the door and pushed a food wagon followed by dozens of bodyguards...

"Mr. Clifford, Miss Avery, the lunch is ready. Mr. Howel said Mr. Clifford is our distinguished guest. So we get you the best bottle of wine, " then she put various dishes on the dining table. The wine has been sobered up and opened.

The maid left the room and said.

"Bon appetit."

Andrew walked over to the table. He picked the bottle up and sniffed.

"It's Chateau Lafite with the year of 1787. Mr. Howel is too generous to us. Do you hear what he said? He said I'm a distinguished guest."

Andrew couldn't help feeling superior.

Avery leaned against the wall. She was still trying to find the connection between these things. But Andrew mentioned something about wine, so she asked.

"Really? I hear, in the spirit of humanity, prisoners on the death penalty would get the best meal before the execution," then she looked at Andrew like he was one.

"Avery, your look is very dangerous..." Avery's words crept Andrew out. Besides, Mr. Howel was capable of anything. He might kill them after the great meal.

"I'm not as dangerous as you. Hey, don't drink that!" Avery walked over to take the wine from his hands, "the wine might be tampered with."

Andrew sat on the dining table. He said with anguish.

"If he wanted to create problems for us, we couldn't prevent it. Why? He could tamper with the wine, the meal, the water, the flowers, and even the air in this room. It's impossible to guard against him. Can you?"

Andrew said casually. In his crystal, brown eyes were clear star lights.

Avery thought about it and put the bottle back in Andrew's hands.

"You're right. But if he really wanted to do something, we should trick him. We make him believe we drink the wine, but we won't. Is your body okay?"

"How do you mean?" Andrew sat on the dining table and hung his long legs there. There was some space between his feet and the ground. He swayed his calf like a teenage boy who was boring.

Andrew was like a boy, sometimes. He was not serious, casual, and romantic. He came from an old family but lived in defiance of conventions.

"I mean your heart."

The second Avery finished, Andrew grabbed her hand and held it down his chest.

"Then you have to find out on your own."

Andrew's heartbeat was racing. It hit her hand palm against the chest so hard. Avery felt it was about jumping out.

"You have to look after yourself. Just one," Avery withdrew her hands without any trace.

"Will you drink with me?"

Avery grabbed two glasses from the cabinet. She was supposed to say no. After all, she was pregnant. But as Andrew said, if Mr. Howel really wanted to do something to them, she should drink some to trick him.

Andrew poured wine in both glasses. He gave himself a full glass and Avery half.

"If you can't drink that much, just a little is fine," Andrew said.

"Mind your own business," Avery answered. She held the glass to clink Andrew's. After she said cheers, she took a tiny sip of wine with her rosy lips.

On the other hand, Andrew chunked his glass of wine down. The scent of red wine lingered in his mouth. He smacked his lips and said.

"The wine is nice. It has strong tannins. The delicate taste makes me think it's light or medium wine."

Then he whispered at Avery's ears.

"I don't think it's tampered with. The taste is very pure. If someone puts something in it, even if it is odorless and colorless, it would create chemical reactions and spoil its taste."

Avery put out a finger against his chest.

"We're the only people in this room. I'm not deaf. So will you please not be so close to me?"

Evan always whispered at her ears to flirt with her. She would get shy and red. Her heartbeat would race, and her body would get hot. But when it was Evan...

Strangely, both Evan and Andrew were very good-looking men, and their personalities could not be more different.

When Andrew tried it on her, she only felt like eating fat meat. It was so greasy.

***

On the other side of the glass wall, Evan was finally relieved, looking at Avery, getting off the couch and walking to him.

Evan's fingers, which were as long as artists' fingers, slid across where Avery just leaned. He also leaned against the same spot. It looked like he hugged her from behind her back.

"Sir, Mr. Howel goes to lunch. How about you take some too?"

Tinder didn't know how to persuade Evan to eat something. So he mentioned Avery.

"Give me a 1787 Chateau Laffite."