CHAPTER 376: CHAPTER 376 DRUNK BUNNY

Leo leaned closer, lowering his voice until it brushed like velvet against her ear. "Bunny," he murmured, "don’t tell me you want to drink wine too."

Bella’s cheeks reddened even more. "I just wanted a sip..." she muttered, her voice small and shy.

His chuckle was low and warm, the kind that made her chest flutter. "You sure you want that?" he asked, lifting his own glass, the one he had already been drinking from, and setting it between them. "Last time you drank, you tried to make peace with Mr. Chair."

Her eyes went wide. "Leo! I told you not to remember those things!"

He grinned, leaning back as she buried her face in her hands again. "You told it you were married and that it should let you go," he added casually, his tone perfectly straight. "It was hard to argue with that logic."

Bella groaned, hiding her face deeper in her palms while he watched her with quiet affection, the corners of his lips still curved in that soft, teasing smile.

Leo rested his cheek on his palm, watching her with a lazy, amused gaze. "Since it’s your wish to drink, don’t blame me when you end up stuck with Mr. Chair again," he said, pushing his glass gently toward her.

Bella’s lips curved into an offended pout, her cheeks already pink. "Stop teasing me!" she huffed, though her voice trembled with shy laughter.

But when her eyes fell on the glass, the same one he had drunk from, her heart gave a nervous little skip. She hesitated only a moment before her fingers brushed the stem, her blush deepening as she lifted it carefully.

She took a small sip, the cool liquid rolling down her throat in a smooth rush that made her shiver. "Wow," she breathed, the surprise on her face too genuine to hide.

Leo chuckled under his breath, watching her expression shift from curiosity to delight. "Careful, Bunny," he murmured.

Bella giggled, holding the glass with both hands as if afraid to spill it. "It’s so good," she said dreamily, her eyes sparkling as she leaned forward. "Why didn’t you tell me this wine tastes like this?"

"Because," he said, his voice low, his gaze never leaving her lips, "some things are better discovered on your own."

The way he said it made her heart skip, as though he wasn’t talking about wine at all.

Bella blinked a few times, her head feeling light as the warmth of the wine spread through her veins. "Why is everything moving..." she mumbled, squinting at the candle flame that now seemed to have five dancing twins.

Leo watched her, both amused and slightly wary. "Bella?" he called gently, leaning forward. "Are you drunk already?"

Before he could get an answer, Bella suddenly gasped, staring at the empty space beside her. "You!" she said, pointing dramatically.

Leo paused, setting his glass back down slowly. "Who exactly are you talking to?"

Bella ignored him completely, glaring at thin air. "Hello, did you miss me?" said her Bad Angel, standing there with crossed arms, black mini wings flicking behind her.

"Why are you here again?!" Bella asked in outrage, slapping the table.

"Bunny," Leo said carefully, watching her expression, "there’s no one there."

Her Good Angel floated in next, tiny halo glowing, her expression pure as sugar. "We’re here because you need guidance, Isabella," she said softly.

"Guidance?" the Bad Angel snorted, tossing her hair. "No, no, no. We’re here because this is your moment, girl. Look at him—hot, tall, brooding—this is what romance movies are made of. Take advantage!"

"Take advantage?" the Good Angel gasped, scandalized. "That’s your idea, not mine! I don’t want to take advantage!"

Bella blinked between them in confusion. "Can both of you please stop dragging me into your argument?" she said helplessly, holding her head. "I’m just trying to enjoy my drink."

The Bad Angel folded her arms with a scoff. "Exactly my point! You’re wasting your moment, girl. Your Good Angel only wants to talk about behaving and being a responsible human. Boring! Meanwhile, that gorgeous man right there," she pointed straight at Leo, "is practically asking for one kiss."

Leo blinked slowly, watching her talk animatedly to invisible beings. "Bella," he said, a corner of his mouth twitching, "are we having company?"

"Shh!" she hissed, holding her finger to her lips. "We’re debating something important."

Good Angel sighed, fluttering her wings in distress. "Don’t listen to her! You’ll regret it later. Think of your dignity."

"Dignity?" Bad Angel rolled her eyes. "Please. Look at his arms! If dignity could hug you like that, I’d consider it."

Bella clutched her head dramatically. "You both are evil!" she groaned. "Stop confusing me!"

Leo, barely holding back laughter, leaned on his hand. "Should I be concerned or flattered?"

Bella looked up at him, her eyes hazy but mischievous. "You..." she pointed at him with deep seriousness. "You’re dangerous."

He chuckled softly. "Am I?"

She nodded gravely. "Yup. Because my Bad Angel just made plans for you."

Leo froze for a moment, then leaned back slowly in his chair, his gray eyes glinting with amusement. "Bad Angel? Plans?" he repeated, his voice calm but edged with curiosity.

Bella nodded eagerly, her cheeks pink and her tone deadly serious. She pointed beside her at the empty air, her finger trembling a little. "She wants to kiss you!" she declared dramatically. "She said you match her vibe!"

Leo tilted his head slightly, following her gaze as if he could actually see the invisible troublemaker she was yelling at. "Is that so?" he said, pretending to look offended.

"Y-yeah, she’s terrible," Bella said, glaring at the space next to her as if her Bad Angel were right there smirking. "Stop it! No, don’t kiss him! He’s my husband!" she scolded, waving her hands in the air.

Leo couldn’t help it. A low, warm laugh escaped him as he leaned back slightly, watching her with obvious amusement. "You’re really arguing with your own imagination, Bunny?" he asked softly, somewhere between teasing and affectionate.