Chapter 288
Chapter 288:
From what Fernanda observed, Rafael seemed like a genuinely good person.
Unlike Kevin, who always had the air of a condescending rich kid, Rafael wasn’t arrogant. He had a relaxed, approachable charm that made him easy to talk to.
Sloane’s eyes suddenly brightened as she noticed a dice cup nestled in the basket.
Bored with just talking, she eagerly suggested, “How about a dice game? We can drink, chat, and have some fun while we play. What do you think?”
The mood was lively, and no one wanted to spoil Sloane’s excitement, so they all eagerly agreed, saying, “Why not!”
A seasoned drinker, Sloane had spent plenty of time in bars and was no stranger to dice games.
With ease, she outlined the rules for everyone, and they quickly caught on.
“Fernanda, have you ever played this before?” Sloane asked, a curious smile on her face.
Fernanda shook her head, replying, “No.”
Wendy arched an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
She remembered seeing Fernanda in action at the bar, where Fernanda effortlessly handled both drinks and dice. It was almost as if she could control the dice, making them land just the way she wanted. And now, Fernanda was saying she didn’t know how to play?
Wendy couldn’t help but wonder what Fernanda was up to.
But Sloane, trusting Fernanda’s words, took it at face value and made sure to look after her during the game.
For some reason, luck seemed to completely abandon Fernanda that day. No matter how she rolled the dice, they always landed unfavorably, and her scores were consistently the lowest, leading to one loss after another.
As the rounds went on, Fernanda found herself drinking more than anyone else.
“I can’t handle this anymore,” she muttered, leaning heavily on Wendy, the effects of the alcohol clearly hitting her.
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“Take it slow, maybe just sip a little if you can manage,” suggested a young man standing near Rafael.
Wendy shot him a sharp look, clearly annoyed by his unsolicited advice. Not wanting to ruin the mood, Fernanda pushed herself to drink a few more glasses, but soon enough, she slumped against Wendy, unable to rise.
Rafael glanced over at Fernanda, noticing her eyes shut as she rested her head against Wendy’s shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed, a clear sign she’d had more than enough to drink.
Jeff, picking up on the situation, said, “Let’s not push her any further if she’s reached her limit.”
Rafael gave a small nod in agreement. “Right, let’s keep going.”
With her head still resting against Wendy, Fernanda whispered something soft and inaudible, just between the two of them.
Wendy paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she shot a quick, pointed look at Rafael.
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