Chapter 24

Diana’s POV

“This is good,” I remarked, drinking the last drop of wine from my glass.

I’m not a wine person. I only drink for social gatherings, or at least in the few times I interact with people. So, I haven’t tried wines. But this was exquisite.

“Well, you can never go wrong with Masseto. It’s Italian.” He shared, pouring me and himself another glass.

“You know your wines?”

“Only when I’ve read the bottle in advance.” He chuckled putting the bottle down.

As he did, the low neckline of his robe lightly fell, exposing a bit more of his—from what I’ve observed—perfectly shaped chest.

Damn. It looks so photoshopped. Is that even real?

“Like what you see?” He smirked, catching the direction my eyes were looking at.

I immediately turned away to hide the red on my cheeks and started drinking. Oh god, that was embarrassing. He let out a snicker and started drinking too.

My eyes went back to him. He brushed his damp hair u