"You wanted to use me as an excuse to drink, but you didn't drink any," Rafael said as he peered at Edgar's glass. "This is why I don't think you are the Edgar I know. You want to drink but can't bring yourself to go against what you promised your wife."
Edgar swirled his glass around, watching the wine move around. Normally, he could drink it with no issue but Alessandra who loved these kinds of drinks could not enjoy them now so there was something pricking him in his chest when he tried to drink.
"I think she'll be able to smell it on me that I had something to drink," Edgar answered, putting the glass down as even Alfred, his butler, might be sniffing around.
He left the two doing as they liked with the estate. Between his wife wanting to paint everything in sight and Alfred wanting to clean everything in sight, Edgar wanted to stay out of their way.
"I'm trying to follow what Alfred said about happy wife, happy life," said Edgar.
