Arther's POV
Vivian didn't say anything more, she seemed to be really looking out for me, and the atmosphere became so stiff that I couldn't help frowning.
The waiter came forward with the wine and said respectfully, "Mr. Arther, Miss Vivian, good day. This is the white wine that Mr. Arther keeps in the store."
I was about to say something when Vivian, covering her face slightly with her handkerchief as if to hide her pale expression, whispered, "Yes, we'll have this one."
I opened my mouth and was about to say something. I had promised Cynthia before that this bottle would wait for her next visit to try it.
Wait, I suddenly realized something.
Was I ...... paying too much attention to Cynthia?
This discovery made me start to think back on what I had done these days, and frankly, so
