NovelOnlineDrew narrowed his eyes and said, “You're not here for me, are you?” Yvonne playfully traced her fingers on his chest as she walked around him. “Sir, you have to admit that our last meeting was totally due to fate.” Drew raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, fate indeed.” “Thanks for the help last time.” Yvonne held his black tie, pressing against him with her soft, curvy figure. Her eyes gleamed with desire as she said, “I've always wanted to see you again, hoping to repay you.” Drew's eyes darkened, setting off an intense gaze that made her nervous, but she managed to remain calm.
His eyes were like lie detectors, capable of seeing through illusions. Yet, at this moment, he inexplicably felt that her words held a hint of truth.
Drew grinned mischievously and inched closer, asking, “So, how do you plan to repay me?” Yvonne felt her heart pounding, her cheeks turning red. She nervously said, “I'll do whatever you want tonight... I'm all yours.” Yvonne was dumbfounded, utterly taken aback.
Drew's idea of repayment was playing a gof blocks with him! “One turn each, and the loser takes three shots. Ms. Smith, are you up for it?” Drew asked, resting his chin on his arms as he gently added the final block to the top layer.
At this time, the bartender had already brought three bottles of top-quality whiskey to their table.
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“Oh, right. It's not good for girls to drink hard liquor, so how about this? You take one shot, and I'll take three.” Drew's eyes were as stunning as amber hidden in the ocean’s depths. “Ms. Smith, will you join me?” “I'll join you.” Yvonne took a deep breath, tightening her fingers. “A deal’s a deal. No backing out now.” And so, the gbegan.
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Yvonne's forehead was covered in sweat as her stomach twisted in spasms of pain.
Over the years, she had sacrificed everything she could for Christopher's dreams, leaving herself with only a worthless life.
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>ontent belongs to english “Looks like you've lost again, Ms. Smith,” Drew teased as he shook his empty glass at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Despite the pain, Yvonne filled the glass once more, gritting her teeth.
As she reached for the glass, Drew leaned in and covered the entire top with his large hand. “If you can’t handle it, forget about it.
It's all good. I'll drink this one for you.” “No worries... I'm not ready to admit defeat. I've got this,” Yvonne replied confidently.
Yvonne clearly didn’t seem to appreciate it. She snatched the glass and quickly drank everything in it, her face turning red.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDrew narrowed his eyes as he smirked quietly. This woman, with her stubbornness and refusal to give up, reminded him of Bella.
In the next few games, Drew intentionally allowed her to win three times in a row.
Perhaps it was because he was in a bad mood or sother reason that Drew, who once had a high alcohol tolerance, now appeared somewhat dazed and possibly tipsy.
“Yay! | did it! | did it again!” Yvonne cheered enthusiastically, raising both hands in the air with her cheeks flushed with joy like an innocent young girl.
Drew looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes locked on hers, feeling like everything else had faded away.
It reminded him of Bella when they were kids. Whenever she beat him at something, she would run around the room in joy. Little did she know he let her win every time.
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