Nora was attracted by someone familiar at first sight. "Rose, look, isn't that Mr. Stevens? Why is he
here?"
Rose followed Nora's gaze and saw Oscar. No, it should be Oca, who sat in the window seat, with two
people she never met before.
"Nora, you've mistaken. He's not Mr. Stevens. He's Mr. Moore," Rose corrected her.
"Oh, it's Mr. Moore." Nora smiled slightly. "He is so similar to Mr. Stevens, so I always think he is Mr.
Stevens."
"Have a seat first. I'll pour honey water for you." Rose helped Nora sit down in the nearest seat.
After Rose helped Nora settle down, she went to the reception and asked the waiter to bring honey
before she personally prepared honey water for Nora.
She read from a book that drinking honey water can help relieve hangovers, so she decided to give it a
try.
It was just that while she concentrated on boiling water for Nora, Nora got up when she was not there
and went straight to the table where Oca was at.
Nora stood still at the table where Oca was at. Her body blocked some of the light and cast a shadow
on the dining table, attracting everyone's gaze.
Oca looked up slightly but only glanced at Nora whose face was slightly flushed. His gaze was short,
so short that it was as if his eyes never swept over her.
Others stared at Nora. After all, Nora was a beauty from head to toe.
"Hey beauty, do you know us?" A man asked boldly.
Nora smiled charmingly before picking up the glass of red wine on the table and raising it to Oca. "Mr.
Moore, I hereby propose a toast to you."
"Mrs. Way, you are drunk. Don't push yourself too hard." Oca ignored Nora's toast.
When the other two heard how Oca addressed Nora, the disappointment was obvious in their eyes. It
turned out that she was already married. What a pity.
Nora frowned because of how Oca addressed her. "My name is Nora Cooper. You can call me Nora."
"Since Ms. Cooper is married to Mr. Way, and because of coverture, I should address you as Mrs.
Way." Nora disagreed with Oca's logic.
Nora looked at his sharp facial features and cold expression. "How old-fashioned. Is Mr. Moore from
ancient times? It's the 21st century. Women don't belong to men anymore."
"Since Mr. Moore doesn't want to call me Ms. Cooper, you can call Boss Cooper."
The other two's eyes were filled with doubt. Why this title?
"What business does Ms. Cooper do?" Someone asked.
"I opened this restaurant. This is the head one." Nora propped against the table with one hand and held
the glass in the other, but her eyes were fixed on Oca's straight nose. "So, it's perfectly appropriate to
call me Boss Cooper. So, I thank Mr. Moore for coming to this restaurant as the boss."
Oca gently and gracefully wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin while the expression on his face
remained the same.
"Mr. Moore, I'm tired from holding the glass. It seems that you are not willing to do me the honour and
have a drink with me?" Nora did not show a trace of anger.
"Thank you for your kindness, but Boss Cooper is already drunk. I'm afraid Hazel will misunderstand
that I made you drunk." Oca looked for an excuse.
Nora sat down freely in the empty seat beside Oca. "First, Hazel isn't that petty. Second, I have a high
alcohol tolerance. Third, don't we have two gentlemen here who can testify for you?"
"Fourth, I can explain to Hazel that I voluntarily proposed a toast, and it had nothing to do with you. She
would scold me at most. So, does Mr. Moore have any further concerns?"
Nora seemed determined to not give up until Oca drank the glass of wine today.
Oca was still very calm despite Nora's aggressive attitude. Even his eyes were cold when he gazed at
her. His gaze was the same as before, making it difficult for others to see his emotions and guess his
thoughts.
He was very unfathomable.
Oca refused to raise his glass while Nora raised her glass with stubbornness, waiting for his response.
"Why would Mrs. Way make it hard on me and yourself?" Although Oca's thin lips curled, there was no
warmth in his smile.
The smile on Nora's face became even more gorgeous. "It's just a glass of wine. Since Mr. Moore
doesn't want to do me the honour, then I'll drink by myself."
Nora put the wine glass to her red lips and drank it in one gulp.
"Mr. Moore, since you have a deep friendship with Hazel, there'll be many occasions for us to meet, so
I'll eventually have the opportunity to drink with Mr. Moore." Nora gently placed the empty glass on the
table.
"Then Mrs. Way can keep waiting for said opportunity." Oca's long fingers gently rubbed the stem of the
glass with a calm expression.
"Okay." With a smile, Nora picked up the red wine and poured it into her glass again. She raised the
glass and proposed a toast to a man on the opposite side. "Since Mr. Moore is so polite, I'll drink with
these two gentlemen."
The two men glanced at Oca, watching his expression.
"What? Are you afraid of him?" Nora naturally saw his small movements. "Do you need Mr. Moore's
permission to drink with me? Isn't it normal for the owner of a restaurant to propose a toast?"
The two men did not dare to look at Nora's eyes and lowered their eyes while feeling slightly guilty.
Nora looked at the two men and chuckled disdainfully, but she did not want to blame them. After all,
they probably yielded to Oca's tyranny.
"Mr. Moore, it's just a glass of wine. You refuse to drink it, yet you don't let others drink either? Aren't
you a little too controlling?" Nora shook the glass gently and swirled the wine, creating beautiful dark
red flowers.
"Or have I, Nora, offended you? Do you have something against me?" Nora's eyes were filled with
grievance and innocence while she sounded coquettish.
At this time, Nora felt tipsy, and her face flushed, unaware that she appeared seductive.
Any normal man would be moved upon seeing Nora's intoxicated appearance, but Oca was indifferent.
He was still unwilling to look at her.
"Okay, if you all don't want to drink with me, then I'll drink by myself." Nora drank another glass in one
gulp then poured one more and drank a third glass.
After three glasses of wine, she said, "These are the three glasses of wine I toast to you. Whether you
drink or not is your business. Okay, I won't bother you anymore. You guys have fun."
After that, Nora slowly got up while pushing against the table.
Nora was even drunker now, and her mind was foggy. She cared about her appearance and wore
eight-inch-high heels. At this moment, her legs felt weak as if she was stepping on cotton. She could
not stand still that she fell towards Oca.
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