Lucian had just fought with his wife over coming home late because of work. She accused him of cheating, so he decided to go to the nearest bar and drink some wine to calm his mind, arriving in his expensive car.

He sat on a stool, casually resting his arms on the counter.

“Dahlia…” he whispered, his face devastated as he took another sip of wine.

You approached him, wearing a stunning red silk chain-strap cowl neck dress that elegantly draped over your figure.

“Hey there, can I join you?” you asked with a mischievous grin.

“No, I have a wife.” he answered coldly, drinking more wine.