Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 189

Someone brushed past the table, and the chain of her purse accidentally knocked into the bottle of red wine.

The wine teetered, swayed a few times, and then crashed to the floor with a dull thud.

Deep crimson liquid spread across the marble.

"Oh! Mr. Erickson, I'm so sorry! I—waiter!" The woman hurried to flag someone down, apologizing over and over.

The sight triggered a rush of memories—flashes of that business trip to Verdania years ago, the two of them drinking together at a hot spring resort.

"Tye, what if they make us drink?" Emilia had whispered, nerves lacing her voice. "I have no idea what my limit is."

Word was, the client they'd meet in three days was a notorious wine enthusiast.

Tyler had just smiled. "Relax. No one's expecting you to drink."

Back then, The Erickson Group was still in the middle of its transformation. In Alden City, it was a giant, but in this new industry, they were still struggling to find their footing.

"If anyone needs to down a few glasses, I'll do it," he'd assured her.

"I want to help, too." She'd grinned and pointed at the bottle of wine the other party had gifted them, sitting unopened by the window.

"How about we practice? See what I can handle." A mischievous spark lit up her eyes. "That way, I'll know when to stop."

"You're serious?" he'd asked, searching her face.

She'd answered by action instead of words—uncorking the bottle, pouring two glasses, and handing him one.

He took it, and she clinked the rim of her glass against his, her eyes bright with excitement.

"To this contract," she'd declared, finishing her wine in a single gulp.

He watched her, laughed, and emptied his own glass.

She refilled both.

They toasted again.

"To your health and happiness, Tye," she said, beaming, then downed her wine.

Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink as the alcohol took hold.

Outside, snow fell in thick, white sheets, blanketing the world in silence, while inside, the hotel was a cocoon of warmth and golden light.

He looked at her, charmed by her playfulness, and cupped her face to kiss her, tasting the sweetness of wine on her lips.

"I'm still good!" she insisted, nudging him, and poured more.

"To the success of The Erickson Group."

"And to you, Tye—may you always be this handsome!" She giggled.

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