Stella was forced to sit down. Meanwhile, Thomas was not even qualified to sit down. He could only stand aside and watch them eat like a waiter.
Marcel reached out to take a bottle of beer and refilled a glass for Stella. “Here, let me refill it for you. Stella, drink with me...”
Stella’s expression darkened. She stared at the beer in her hand and remained silent. She was allergic to alcohol, so she could not drink at all. Not only that, but she protected her voice greatly because she loved music. Her doctor had told her that her voice was sensitive to alcohol, and her voice would become hoarse once she did not take care of herself.
It did not matter whether she was considering her safety or trying to protect her voice. She just normally did not drink any alcohol.
Yet, Marcel wanted her to drink beer today?
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