During a collaboration dinner with an overseas company, their president kept toasting Julian. After he had a few drinks, Julian’s face was getting a bit strained. So, when the opposing president raised another glass, I stepped in to block it.
“We’ve had such a pleasant discussion today and truly appreciate the opportunity to work together. In the spirit of sincerity, I’ll toast you three times.”
I raised my glass and downed my wine. Just as I was pouring another glass, Julian covered mine with his hand. Confused, I looked up at him, but he stood and pushed me gently back into my seat.
“Miss Campbell is right; we’re thrilled about this collaboration and hope for more opportunities ahead. I’ll toast you, Mr. Philips.”
After the toast, Julian maintained his composure, but I sensed a hint of displeasure. I couldn’t understand why.
Once in the car, his expression darkened.
I was seeing him angry for the first time after working together for so long.
I didn’t dare speak, but he kept staring at me until I finally broke the silence.
“Mr. Ward, are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to get some hangover medicine from the pharmacy?”
“Eliza, who told you to block alcohol for me?”
“Huh? Isn’t that expected? As your secretary, it’s my duty.”
He frowned, rubbing his temples. “Forget who told you; just know I don’t need you to block drinks. I don’t want to see that happen again, understood?”
“But other secretaries have done it for you! Are you worried about my tolerance? Don’t worry; I can handle my liquor.”
“Other secretaries are men. Are you a man?”
He interrupted me, and I was left staring blankly.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to disrespect women. But you should know that women are more vulnerable when drinking, and if something happens, the consequences are dire. So, when you’re with me, no drinking. I do not allow women to block drinks for me.”
“However, if you really want to drink, we can have a little privately. But wine needs to be savored slowly; you can’t just down it like you did just now. Tomorrow, I’ll bring you a bottle of my collected red wine. Take your time to enjoy it.”
After he said this, he turned his gaze to the street outside, a hint of awkwardness in his demeanor.
I couldn’t help but steal glances at his profile, my heart racing uncontrollably, and I turned back to the car window, a smile creeping onto my face.