Chapter 112

This place was neither like a bar nor a restaurant. It was very fancy and quiet. Occasionally, one or two people would pass by. Janelle was confused. "What's this place?" “A Bar." Marco pulled her and walked toward the private room at the end of the corridor. She frowned. "It's rare to see such a quiet bar." "This is a private bar, not open to the public, only for some people," He explained, "it's quiet here." "Oh." Soon they arrived at the private room. Marco opened the door, the warm yellow light was a little dim. It was a big room, behind it was a row of black leather sofas, with a round table in front, on which there were two bottles of red wine and two wine glasses. Janelle looked at him. "Did you arrange it in advance?" He froze, and he quickly recovered and said naturally, "I am a VIP guest here. This is a fixed private room, and the wine in it is also stored here by me." Janelle came in and said, "I remember that you don't like drinking." He stood at the door and looked at her