Chapter 3

Lydia Wynn had no comeback.

She looked to Stephen for help, but his eyes were glued to me. He barely noticed her.

Jealousy twisted her face.

She let go of his arm, picked up a glass of red wine, and "accidentally" stumbled, deliberately aiming it right at me.

"Oops!"

Such a bad act.

I thought five years ago, I would have panicked, tried to dodge, and still ended up soaked, apologizing in embarrassment.

But now? I didn't even care about it.

I simply shifted slightly, avoiding the wine, and lightly caught her calf with my foot as she passed.

‘Thud!’