Chapter 231 Two
As she was speaking, she even glanced at Eugene in aggrievement.
Alex was shocked as well. If he were in Eugene’s shoes, he would have suspected that it was Aleena who instigated it as well!
Robin had always followed Aleena’s order. It would be impossible for him to have the courage to do that on his own accord!
On top of that, Olivia gave him a hard time that day, so it would be impossible for him to have fallen in love with her; it would be more possible for him to have wished to take revenge on her instead!
However, a wise person would turn a blind eye on this sort of matter since they didn’t have any evidence. Moreover, it would give each other some leeway as they were friends since childhood. Therefore, her actions of bringing up this matter again today gave people the impression that she was taking Eugene for a fool!
Eugene sluggishly raised his eyes and darted her a look. “Wasn’t your cousin the person who placed the blame on you? What, now? Are you asking me to investigate further into this matter to prove your innocence?”
Aleena finally realized that she had talked too much, so she quickly replied, “No, no. I know that that incident had nothing to do with you. All I hope is for you to not be mad at me.”
He put on an indifferent expression as he scoffed, “How would I have the courage to be mad at you? I merely reflected on myself. As a friend, I think that I haven’t done you any wrong all these years, have I?”
She wore a smile. “No. It was my fault. I’m also responsible for the incident that involved Robin.”
He raised his eyes and cast her a glance. “We are adults, so we must be responsible for our own faults—you shouldn’t bear the responsibility if it wasn’t your fault, but you shouldn’t avoid it if it was! Your repetitive explanation would only give people the impression that you’re feeling guilty!”
The undercurrent in his words made Aleena’s expression change.
She awkwardly stood in place without any idea on how to explain herself.
Nicole walked up to her and held her arm and uttered with a grin, “It’s alright. It was a thing in the past, and you have already clearly explained the situation. Eugene is not a narrow-minded person.”
“Yeah, let’s drink. Young Master Nolan isn’t done drinking yet.” Alex immediately tried to retrieve the situation to prevent the atmosphere from turning freezing cold!
Nicole uttered, “There’s no fun in plain drinking. Let’s play a game.”
“Sure. What game? How about a game of dice? The loser must drink,” Alex looked at Eugene as he spoke, which obviously showed that the latter was the decision-maker.
Eugene suddenly thought of the time when he played this game with Olivia. She wanted to win, but she kept losing; he wanted to lose, but he kept winning even without trying.
His cold expression slowly became warmer, and then he sat up straight. “Alright. Come on. The usual rules—let’s see who can roll the largest number. The person who loses drinks three glasses of beer. The player gets to roll the dice again if they drink a glass. If the loser refuses to drink, they’d have to pay up—10,000 per glass.”
Alex couldn’t suppress his laughter. “Are you trying to make up for your loss in relationship through gambling?”
Eugene didn’t deny. That was, in fact, what he had in mind. I bumped into obstacles in my relationship, so I should be compensated with success in gambling.
“Sure. No objection from me.” Alex was the first to agree.
Everyone else naturally agreed as well. Since they were all from wealthy families and were able to hold their liquor, it would only be natural for them to join in on the fun.
Alex got them some dice cup set—one for each person—and the game began.
Three glasses of beer had been prepared and placed on the table.
The first one to start the game was Eugene. Perhaps due to the increase in the number of people around him, or perhaps it was because they were playing a game familiar to him, he began to feel warm in his heart.
He seemed to be in a better mood than earlier.
He shook the dice in the dice cup before placing the cup upside down on the table with a thud. He took a glance at the dice. The numbers shown enraged him so much that he inhaled sharply.
2? Is there any number even smaller than 2?
He looked at the others and found that everyone else was looking at him as well. “Do you want to have another try?”
He resignedly raised the glass in front of him and drank the beer before swinging the dice cup again. Another round of dice rolling began.
Thud! When he put down the cup, he was sincerely hoping that he would get a larger number this time.
Perhaps earnest hoping would invite a return—he managed to attain a larger number this time.
Yeah. 3!
He closed the dice cup over the dice. With a calm expression, he asked, “Can the person who admits defeat drink only one glass?”
