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CH 08: Language of Red Wine

Ambryan sat with his legs crossed.

The leather couch creased under his weight. He held a glass of red wine. He swirled it with his fingers, eyeing it with a hard expression. The surface gleamed against the white light. He watched the highlights and shadows shift as the wine sloshed inside the glass.

Then, he took a sip.

"Wait..." a deep voice spoke from across the room. Wearing a silver coat, a broad back stood behind another couch. Curly bronze hair covered the head and tickled the nape of the neck. Arms moved as the person poured wine into another glass.

"So your mother will set up a dating site where you will choose one woman to date for 9 months?" Turning around with his glass of wine, Richard Kingston sported an amused grin.

"That is hilarious. Aunt Avery must be so desperate."

He propped himself on the couch across from Ambryan. His shoulder stretched and rested on top of the backrest. Mischief twinkled in his steel gray eyes. "Or she must be so done with you. How long do you have before you decide?"

"One week, at most." Ambryan replied, not looking away from his wine. He let himself relax for a moment. He was with a friend, not a business partner. His eyebrows scrunched. "What is funny about it? I had done what she wanted all these years. It's not my fault that she's dissatisfied with the results."

He raised the glass to his lips.

Richard sat speechless. He blinked about three times before his lips remembered how to move.

"Yan, you date women for only a week."

'What mother wouldn't be unhappy?' He asked himself. He didn't even know how many women Ambryan had taken out. It came to the point that the public stopped the theories. Only the media feed on it for scoops.

It surprised him that it lasted this long before Aunt Avery caved. He almost wondered if his friend had done it intentionally. With Yan's mind, anything could be possible. His lack of interest in love had always been a hot topic. His mother once began to question if he preferred males.

Ambryan tilted his head to the side. He finally met Richard's gaze, wearing a confused scowl.

"I had met them, gone out with them, bought them gifts, complimented them... am I missing something to what defines 'dating'?" He asked. He had done research on the process. The women seemed happy enough. Yet, unlike them, his close people disagree with his methods.

Richard shook his head slowly. "I don't know if you're being dumb or merely acting like one. You're missing the point of dating, Yan. The reason why your mother had pushed you to it."

Ambryan remained unfazed. "And what is the point of it?"

"To settle down." His friend gaped. How could a CEO of a production company not know about it? Eros Productions thrived in the romance genre for goodness' sake!

"Marriage?"

"Well, yeah!" Richard exclaimed. He pinched the bridge of his nose. His patience wore thin. Why did it seem like he was talking to a child? He took a deep breath and continued to explain. "You spend time with her and do things. Then, you decide whether you want to spend the rest of your lives together."

'This level of ignorance had to be fake,' Richard thought. He took a big gulp of wine, almost emptying the glass. He had never seen Ambryan curious about romantic love. His friend probably blocked marriage out of his mind. To him, it didn't exist and wouldn't exist in his life.

Thus, his dates usually ended shortly.

"How is that any different from being affiliated without a ring?" Ambryan rebutted. "Unless you're joined by the hip, I think you'd still be spending time apart, living your own lives. You merely meet on the way just like two friends."