The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 275

Lexi fumbled for words, acutely embarrassed by her previous hysterical cry for help that echoed in the

room. That was a real face-palm moment!

Meanwhile, Callum had been choosing wine in his cellar when he stumbled upon a long-cherished

bottle of red wine. He instantly thought of Lexi, believing the sweet, fruity wine would be to her liking.

So he brought the bottle up to share.

Callum uncorked the bottle with an elegant twist, letting its rich, sweet aroma fill the room.

"Sweetheart, this is a special wine from my private collection, perfect for ladies. I thought I'd bring it up

to share with you," he said, pouring the ruby liquid into a delicate wine glass, twirling it gently to aerate

the wine before handing it over to Lexi.

Lexi shook her head. "I... I don't drink."

Truth be told, Lexi could hold her liquor - given it was sweet enough. But she didn't want to drink

anything from Callum.

Why? Because the last time she drank, she ended up... under him.

Seeing Lexi's evasive gaze, Callum knew what she was thinking. He reassured her, "Darling, this wine

won't get you drunk. And I promise, there's nothing poisonous in it."

Hearing his words, Lexi felt a surge of defiance. She wasn't going to let him think less of her. She

grabbed the glass, threw her head back, and downed the wine. To her surprise, the wine was indeed

delicious – rich and sweet with a tantalizing fruitiness. Very refreshing!

"Mmm, this is really good wine!" Lexi couldn't help but praise.

Callum nodded approvingly and refilled her glass. "I told you it's good. But remember, fine wine is to be Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

savored, not gulped down."

He lifted his glass, guiding Lexi's eyes to his fingers. "Appreciating wine is a three-step process.

Observing the color, smelling the aroma, and tasting it gently. A visually appealing wine isn't

necessarily good, but a truly good wine always has a captivating color."

Lexi nodded. She was vaguely aware of these things, but never really bothered to delve into them.

Callum continued to swirl his wine. "Two-thirds of a wine's value lies in its aroma. If the wine's aroma

hasn't fully developed, gently swirl the glass to let it interact with the air, releasing its richness."

"Yeah, yeah," Lexi raised her glass. "I know all that."

Seeing her dismissive gesture, Callum chuckled and pointed to her fingers holding the glass. "When

holding a wine glass, your fingers shouldn't touch the bowl. It not only maintains the aesthetics but also

prevents your hand's warmth from affecting the wine."

Only then did Lexi realize she was holding the glass by its bowl. She shrugged. "So what? This is how I

always hold a glass. What's the big deal?"

Callum saw through her nonchalance and laughed. "Appreciating wine is an elegant pastime, not

downing shots. Sometimes, seemingly insignificant details can reveal a person's class."

"So you're saying I lack class?" Lexi puffed up her cheeks in indignation. "I insist on holding my glass

this way. Refill my glass!"

Callum shook his head in amusement. "I've never heard of anyone demanding a refill of wine like that.

You really are something else!"

"So what? It's just wine. Even the most expensive bottle is made to be drunk. I'll drink how I please. I

can stand, sit, lie down – whatever makes me happy!" Lexi grabbed the wine bottle on the table, refilled

her glass to the brim, and downed it in one gulp.

Watching Lexi's childish antics, Callum found her amusing. Indeed, no matter how expensive

something was, it was meant for enjoyment. Why would he fuss over the rules?

Whether you preferred to chug or sip wine, as long as you were happy, that was all that mattered!

"You're right. I've been too rigid. Let's drink to that." Callum, feeling jovial, disregarded his usual

decorum, and filled his glass to the brim, imitating Lexi.

"Cheers!" Lexi, her cheeks flushed, raised her glass to clink with Callum's.

"Cheers!" Callum found the whole situation amusing. They clinked glasses, drank, refilled, and clinked

glasses again.

Before they knew it, the bottle of wine Callum had brought was empty. Lexi, having forgotten about the

storm outside, giggled tipsily. "This wine is so good, too bad there's only one bottle."

"You want more?" Callum rang the bell in the room, summoning Rita. "May I help you?" She asked.

"Go to my cellar and bring the vintage Lafite," Callum commanded without even looking at her.

Rita nodded. "Yes, sir. How many bottles do you need?"

Callum waved his hand, "The more, the better!"

A short while later, Rita returned with a cart full of wine bottles. Satisfied, Callum dismissed her. "Good.

You may leave now."

Once Rita left, Lexi and Callum were alone again.

"This is boring. Let's play Rock, Paper, Scissors," Lexi suggested, already a little tipsy. She stood up,

swaying slightly, and demonstrated the game to Callum.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Callum echoed, puzzled.

Lexi decided it was time to enlighten Callum about the ancient game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. She

stood up, swaying a little, and gave him a demonstration.

"Rock, scissors, paper!"

Lexi began to sing and make playful fist-bumping motions. "See this?" She explained, "We start with

these moves, and then finish with a round of rock-paper-scissors. I bet you know this one, right? Rock

smashes scissors, the scissors cuts paper, and the paper covers the rock. Whoever loses, sings a

song!"

Callum watched her perform with a hearty laugh, his interest piqued. "I'll give it a shot."

"Good lad," Lexi replied, giggling and slightly tipsy, she felt a sense of joy in playing the role of a

teacher.