Chapter 390

Anderson, who was not usually one to agree, nodded along and said, "Is that so?" "Of course." "If that's what you want, I hope it all works out for you." Unable to tolerate the heavy smoke filling the kitchen, Anderson eventually left. Mayra watched as he went to the wine cabinet, retrieved two glasses, and poured a small amount of red wine into each onel She prepared two dishes, dished out two plates of mashed potatoes, and took a seat at the dining table. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she sensed that something was off about Anderson. However, she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. "Give it a try." A glass of red wine was placed beside her, but Mayra instinctively declined, saying, "I'm not old enough to drink, Andy. You shouldn't drink too much either. It'll only make your headache worse." "Do you think I'm short on things that give me a headache?" Anderson remarked, his tone enigmatic. Mayra decided not to dwell on his vague statement. "You can just think of