Downstairs at the bar, Ashley Bowen had prepared all the ingredients as Yuri Sinclair instructed.
Like a total fangirl, she sat on a stool, her eyes fixed on him without blinking.
He hadn't been lying. Even using just his left hand, he skillfully mixed a brightly colored cocktail and handed the finished drink to her. "Try it?"
Ashley Bowen didn't dare touch alcohol again. She had sworn to herself that she was cursed with bad luck every time she drank.
"I..." She hesitated for a moment before taking the beautiful cocktail and taking a delicate sip.
It was a lemon-flavored cocktail, perfectly sweet and sour. The taste of the alcohol was completely masked.
"One glass of this won't get you drunk." Yuri Sinclair's implication was clear: she was safe to try it.
But Ashley Bowen's eyes went wide. She stared at him and shook her head. "I'm scared of alcohol now. It feels like something major always happens whenever I drink."
