“I only need one thing from you,” Levant began. “Don’t worry; it’s not something you can’t do. You most definitely will be able to as long as you have the will to do it.”
“What is it?” Nicole asked.
Instead of replying to the question right away, the man raised his glass of wine gentlemanly. “Have a taste. I brought this from the winery.”
She immediately noticed something from his words. He had used to word “brought,” which stated that he was indeed the owner of Levant Winery.
Without any change of expression, she toasted her glass with his, and he drank all of his wine in one big gulp, while the woman only took a small sip.
It sure is a good wine…
“Ms. Lane, do you know why I didn’t ask you to pay for the broken wine?”
“I remember you saying it’s something that cannot be purchased with money.”
“You’re right. It’s one-of-a-kind, which is why you’ll have to return something of equal value.”
Something of equal value? She frowned, realizing that he might ask for something impossible.
Levant noticed the change in her expression and smiled. “What I mean is, the thing I want is something only Ms. Lane could provide.”
What could it be? Something impossible… Or something extremely weird? Nicole began to wonder. “Mr. Levant, what is it that you want from me?”
“It’s simple, really. I want you to live the rest of your life happily.”
Nicole silently widened her eyes, and it felt like the man was teasing her. What does my happiness have to do with you?
“Mr. Levant, that doesn’t count as a request, now does it? Is there anything else you would like?”
Levant looked at her, gentleness evident in his gaze. After a moment of silence, he picked up the roses and walked towards her. “Ms. Lane, what I want is for me to be a part of your happiness from now on. I want to be the male lead in your life story.”
I-Is he confessing? Nicole couldn’t believe her own ears and smiled bitterly. “I-I’m sorry, but I’m already married.”
Levant’s face seemed to sink as he nodded. “I know. But I also know about the accident, and that makes you a single woman now, Ms. Lane.”
The mention of the accident stirred something in Nicole deeply; her face turned pale almost immediately.
“The president of Seet Group… He really is an outstanding person. A perfect match for Ms. Lane,” Levant continued. “I’m truly sorry for his passing.”
“He’s still alive in my eyes…” Her voice was soft but filled with emotion and sincerity.
He was stunned by her tone and quickly tried to comfort and soothe her. He then changed the topic and formally introduced himself, “Ms. Lane, I’ll be frank with you. I’m a disciple of the Manson family, and my father is a duke in K Nation. I can assure you that my wealth and social standing are on the same level, maybe even better than Seet Group. Ms. Lane, you still have a long life ahead of you, and I only hope that you’ll choose the best for yourself.”
Nicole was taken by surprise when she learned about Levant’s background. Never had she ever thought he was the son of a duke. She finally understood why Sheila had warned her to be wary of the owner of Levant Winery.
Yet, she was also puzzled as to why a man with such high social standing would be interested in her. There are literally endless numbers of women lining up to be his wife, so why pick me? Is he trying to pull a prank on me?
The surprised expression on Nicole’s face made Levant’s heart leap. From his point of view, women’s ways of thinking were all the same. All of them dreamt of marrying a man from a prestigious family, and he was confident in that as he was royalty.
He believed that Nicole was simply putting up an act and would later do all she could to make him, a man of wealth and social standing, fall for her.
