When she saw Yuri Sinclair, she broke into a wide, mischievous grin. "Your Highness, you're finally back! I've been waiting for you for so long."
"What were you waiting for?" Yuri Sinclair retracted the hand that had been reaching for the remote and rested it on his lap.
"Your Highness, ta-da! Look what this is!" Ashley Bowen excitedly presented the bottle of red wine she'd been clutching, holding it right in front of Yuri Sinclair's face.
It was just a bottle of red wine, so Yuri Sinclair's expression remained impassive.
"What is it?" he asked softly.
'This guy is impossible to talk to.' Ashley Bowen touched her forehead, then plastered on a fawning smile. "Your Highness, this is for you. It's wine I made myself at the winery."
This bottle of wine bore the label of the royal winery. If sold on the open market, a single bottle would be worth over ten thousand.
