EuropeNovelChapter 139 She used to get jealous-now she didn't even bat an eyelash.
Heh. Isadora, do you really not care anymore? Sammy frowned. He was certain he hadn't invited this woman.
His tone was cold. "What are you doing here?" Elise's voice was sweet and gentle. "Charlie, it's your birthday. I call this way just to celebrate with you." "Celebrate?" Sammy's reply was blunt, almost dismissive. "I get it, your heart's in the right place. But you've seen the birthday boy now, so why don't you head home?" He was making it clear he wanted her gone.
Suddenly, Scales piped up from the couch, "Didn't you just say parties are only fun with a crowd, Sammy?" Sammy instantly realized this was Scales' doing, and shot him a glare.
He glanced at the man lounging in the corner-Magnus.
Magnus stayed silent, making no move to send Elise away.
Fine. Why was he even bothering to care? Magnus deserved to be dumped by Isadora.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNanette, a little tipsy, scoffed and blurted out, "Well, look who decided to show up -the homewrecker herself." The people nearby exchanged knowing looks, and the women couldn't help but snicker quietly.
Elise's face flushed bright red.
"Nanette, I know you're friends with Isadora, but that's no reason to insultlike this." A clever line-subtly blaming Isadora for Nanette's words.
Nanette smirked. "Insulting you is an insult, sure, but does it really need to be a special occasion? Dressed like that, you're clearly here to snare a man. Only a fool would fall for it." She shot a pointed look at Magnus.
Scales let out a mocking laugh. "You've got a sharp tongue for a celebrity. How about putting it to the test with a little game?" "Nit," Nanette tossed back.
Scales glanced at Nanette. The alcohol had brought a flush to her cheeks, and her lips looked especially red and tempting.
His tone was taunting. "Winner gets to order the loser to either strip off a piece of clothing or kiss someone dare you play?" If she lost, he planned to kiss her senseless.
Isadora rolled her eyes. This was obviously a grigged against the women.
She reached out, trying to pull Nanette away. "Don't play." But a tipsy Nanette was beyond reason.
"I'm in," she said.
Isadora was stunned. Next time, she swore, she'd never let Nanette drink in public again.
As they started gathering players, somehow Isadora was dragged into the gtoo.
"I'll join as well," a deep voice murmured from the corner-Magnus.
Seeing Magnus enter, Elise grew anxious. "Countin, too!" And just like that, the gbegan. The host handed out cards.
First round, Ms. Linden lost.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
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Being the first to face a penalty, people went easy on her. Sheèduld cpopse, strip or kiss someone. Ms. Linden fidgeted for ages before squeezing her eyes shut and pointing toward the man next to her.
He grinned and grabbed her, pulling her in for a passionate French kiss, ignoring her weak protests.
Isadora watched the scene, feeling a little anxious as things heated up.
When she turned away, she suddenly found Magnus's gaze fixed on her, his look unreadable.
She quickly averted her eyes.
Ugh, she thought. She had no intention of stripping, and there m man wasn't a single man here she wanted to kiss. Maybe she could quietly slip away to the bathroom and escape this nonsense.
But what about Nanette? Just as she was considering her options, Sammy's voice rang out, loaded with meaning.
"This round, Isadora loses." Isadora's face went rigid.
The guy who'd won the round knew all about her relationship with relationship with m Magnus. Not daring to ask her to strip, he said simply, "Isadora, pick someone to kiss."
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