At that moment, Cline suddenly raised his well-defined hand and covered the mouth of the glass.
His eyes were cold and indifferent as he stared intently at Luana's face, uttering a single word in a voice devoid of any warmth, "Dirty."
This single word was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Luana's heart.
It caused her a sudden constriction in her chest. The pain was almost suffocating.
Her hand couldn't help but tremble violently, her fingers turning pale from the force of gripping the wine bottle.
She stood there rigidly, her eyes locked with Cline's.
However, in his eyes, she saw not a trace of their past affection.
The tenderness and attachment that once existed seemed to have never been, replaced now by deep contempt and disgust.
She thought painfully to herself, did he think she was dirty because she was with Travis?
How ridiculous!
She had been with him for five years. Wasn't she dirty in his eyes back then?
An inexplicable anger suddenly welled up in Luana's heart.
She straightened up resolutely, almost in a huff, and abruptly handed the wine bottle to Travis.
Her voice carried a hint of anger and grievance as she said, "Mr. Elan, someone thinks I'm dirty, so why don't you pour a glass of wine for Mr. Moriarty?"
Her voice was soft and delicate, the way she said "Mr. Elan" particularly melodious.
Travis felt as if an electric current had struck him, his bones nearly melting from the sensation.
A strong desire surged within him, and he eagerly wrapped his arm around Luana's waist. After whispering, "Alright, let me do this," into her ear, he took the wine bottle from her hand.
With a sycophantic smile, he poured wine for Cline on her behalf and added with a grin, "Mr. Moriarty, don't misunderstand. She's not from that kind of background. She's definitely clean."
Upon hearing this, Cline snorted disdainfully, the sound filled with mockery and derision, "Is that so?"
This simple word was like a verdict, completely negating Luana, making her feel as if she had been plunged into an abyss, her dignity trampled to pieces.
Travis glanced at Cline suspiciously, his doubts deepening.
He couldn't help but think to himself, 'That's weird.' He felt Cline's behavior tonight was very unusual, as if he was deliberately targeting Luana.
He worried that Cline's misunderstanding of Luana might affect his plan to secure the project.
So he hurriedly put on an even bigger smile and explained again, "I've verified, absolutely pure."
Cline's hand, holding the wine glass, suddenly stiffened at these words.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes as cold as snow, flashing a trace of barely perceptible anger and pain.
He looked coldly at Travis and asked in a deep, icy voice, "How did you verify?"
Travis, utterly oblivious to Cline's abnormality, boasted triumphantly, "I slept with her. She's very pure."
Luana had not anticipated Travis's baseless claim, and this sudden situation left her momentarily dazed and unsure of how to respond. She stood there, rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do.
Cline had always had a severe mental cleanliness complex, and she remembered him solemnly stating that he would never allow her to have intimate relations with anyone else.
At this moment, she was extremely conflicted. On the one hand, she desperately wanted to clarify the truth to Cline, not wanting him to harbor such a severe misunderstanding of her; on the other hand, their relationship had already ended completely, and she felt that any explanation would be futile and unnecessary.
As she was filled with inner turmoil and indecision, Cline suddenly gave her a slight nod.
Expressionlessly, he said, "If she's that clean, let her pour it."
As an Alpha, even though Cline was expressionless at the moment, he exuded a strong yet restrained aura.
It was the dignity of an Alpha, a mystery that others could hardly perceive, but Luana and Gehrmann could keenly feel the special fluctuations of this aura, though neither dared to speak out.
Travis, seeing Cline give Luana this chance, was secretly delighted.
He thought this might be a good opportunity to secure the project, so he hurriedly handed the wine back to Luana with a beaming smile and urged her eagerly, "Go on."
Luana had expected Cline to explode in anger and scoff at Travis's words.
However, to her great surprise, there was no emotional fluctuation on Cline's face.
Not only that, but he unexpectedly changed his mind and agreed to let her pour the wine.
This left Luana full of doubts and completely at a loss. But under Travis's pressing urging, she could only take the wine bottle again and bend over to pour wine for Cline.
Before she could pour the wine, Cline's hand swiftly covered the mouth of the glass once more.
He raised his eyes, which were as indifferent as if shrouded in fog, and stared at her with a cold gaze.
He watched her and coldly uttered, "Pour on your knees."