His gaze followed her downward, and when he saw the shards of the wine bottle on the ground, a gentle expression filled his eyes. His voice, though calm, was ten times warmer than usual, "It's quite expensive; I doubt you could pay it back in this lifetime. So, you'll have to slowly repay your debt in this life."
"Anyway, I don't care. I was just afraid you'd drink too much and harm your health, so I grabbed it and smashed it. You should take responsibility for this. If you want your wine to remain unbroken in the future, don't drink so much! A little taste is fine, but not too much! Remember, I really mean what I say."
"Alright, Supervisor. With you by my side overseeing me for a lifetime, I suppose there's no chance of me getting drunk." The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
That scene from the past where she cared for him resurfaced in his mind, causing the chill in Jose Floyd's heart as he stood on the balcony to deepen further.
