“Yes, I'm begging you,” Madeline admitted very frankly, but Fabian was stunned by this.

For some reason, the atmosphere in the room quieted down immediately. It was so quiet that they could vaguely hear the sound of music coming from outside.

Seeing that Fabian was not speaking, Madeline walked to a seat beside him and sat down, picked up a wine glass, and poured herself a glass of red wine.

Fabian looked at Madeline in confusion.

“Eveline, what are you doing?”

“Don't you want to drink, You