Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 310

Chapter 310 Her Betrayal

Gabriel smiled, albeit rather forcefully. “That’s because I love my job, and I don’t want to be distracted by relationships.”

“Tsk, tsk. Who would believe that?” Wyatt said with a naughty smirk. “Anyway, we won’t judge you if you’re really gay. I can even introduce a couple of fine young men to you!”

That, of course, rendered Gabriel speechless.

“Shut up, Wyatt,” Curtis scolded as he replaced Wyatt’s glass of brandy with juice. “Everyone else can drink to their heart’s content, but you can only have juice tonight.”

“Huh? Where’s the fun in drinking juice? Alcohol is what gives you a buzz!” Wyatt grumbled before attempting to snatch his brandy back.

Curtis, however, instantly fired a warning shot in the form of a cold-eyed stare.

Perceptive as always, Jessica grabbed Wyatt’s hand and chimed in, “That’s right. You should stick to drinking juice! Have you forgotten that you’re still nursing a gunshot wound? You’re not allowed to drink or smoke for the next two months. Understood?”

“Okay, okay. I’ll do as you say, Babe,” Wyatt uttered obediently.

Alas, it wasn’t even a minute later when he pulled out his sunflower pendant and showed it off to everyone. “See this? It’s a Christmas gift from my darling fiancée. Theodore and Curtis, I doubt you guys got any gifts, huh?”

“Of course they did. I gave Curtis a scarf,” Rayna retorted. “Besides, a scarf is much more practical than your necklace. It keeps one warm.”

“My gift, on the other hand, might be rather niche compared to everyone else’s,” Jasmine said smilingly as she lifted Theodore’s hand, revealing the red string bracelet with a gemstone on the latter’s wrist. “I didn’t think an ordinary necklace or bracelet would fit his image, so I braided one for him as a good luck charm. It’s not worth much, but I’m happy as long as it can keep him safe.”

Just then, Theodore’s voice rang out. “To me, this gift is priceless.”

“Quite right. Besides, it’s not like you’d dare despise it,” Jasmine quipped, shooting a sidelong glance at Theodore before turning to Wyatt. “By the way, that’s a Van Cleef & Arpels necklace, isn’t it, Wyatt? You’d better take good care of such a valuable item.”

Upon hearing that, Rayna pursed her lips, a mischievous look in her eyes. “Ha! I can’t tell if he’d treasure the necklace, but given his character, there’s a good chance it might end up around the neck of some female celebrity.”

“That’s indeed possible.”

“Oh, come on! I only wanted to show off my Christmas gift. Have I offended either of you?” Wyatt protested, clearly annoyed at Rayna’s and Jessica’s relentless wisecracking. “Why must you gang up on me?”

The next second, Jessica smacked him on his head. “How dare you talk to Jasmine and Rayna in that manner! They aren’t wrong. It’s your fault for having a colorful dating history! You even kept sexy photos of models, for goodness’ sake!”

“I-I’ve already turned over a new leaf, Babe. Why aren’t you standing up for me…” Wyatt mumbled pitifully.

To his despair, Jessica merely rolled her eyes at him. “I do what I like. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No. I wouldn’t dare.”

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Left without a choice, Wyatt grabbed his glass of juice and drank it in silence while the others laughed at him.

As the night went on, more and more people gathered in the club, to the point where nearly all the booths were taken up.

There were even festive songs being played to celebrate Christmas Eve, and it wasn’t long before young men and women leaped and jigged about the dance floor with merriment.

Wyatt was soon back to his usual self. He started whining about the lack of entertainment at their booth. In the end, he asked the waiter for a deck of cards and suggested playing poker, with the loser having to down a glass of wine.

Since Curtis wasn’t a big fan of the bustling activity around him, he sat beside Rayna and sipped at his wine, guiding her from time to time so she could ace her game.

After more than ten rounds of poker, Wyatt found himself utterly defeated.

“Hey, you guys are too much!” Wyatt grumbled. “Having a counsel to help you along is as good as cheating. Jessie and I may take turns playing, but I’m the one who has to drink when we lose! I’ve drunk almost nine glasses of juice! Do you know how awful that feels? Theodore, Curtis, where are your morals?”

Upon hearing that, Gabriel quickly leaned in. “Mr. Lopez, I can help you if you—”

“Oh, get lost!” Wyatt shouted in disgust. “I’ve played with you before, and your card skills aren’t even comparable to my fiancée’s! If you were to play for me, I’d end up drinking even more juice!”

With that, Gabriel silently retreated into his corner.

Argh! I sincerely wish Mr. Lopez’s fiancée dumps him! When that day comes, it’ll be my turn to humiliate him!

Curtis casually draped his arm across the back of the couch and chuckled. “If Theodore and I went up against you, you’d be puking your guts out in just a few rounds. Are you sure you want to play with us?”

It had been nearly four years since Wyatt had befriended Curtis and Theodore, so he knew better than anyone else how good they were at cards.

If they played with him instead, there was no doubt he’d suffer an even more embarrassing defeat.

Just then, Wyatt glanced at the stage and had a lightbulb moment. “All right, enough of poker. I’ve gotten sick of drinking juice. Let’s play something else!” he suggested while fishing out his phone.

Rayna immediately saw through him. “Changing games already? Are you being a sore loser?”

“Ha! I’ll have you know I’m an expert poker player! Losing isn’t a big deal to me!” Wyatt scoffed haughtily. “Tell you what. We can carry on if you swap juice out for alcohol!”

Rayna couldn’t help but laugh as she shook her head. “Oh, please. If we did that, you’d use your gunshot wound as an excuse to get out of your punishment. Fine. We’ll play whatever game you like.”

With his confidence renewed, Wyatt arched his brows. “Well, well, well. This time around, you guys won’t be able to cheat!”

As it turned out, the game that he wanted to play was “Truth or Dare.”

Once all the players had placed their fingers on the blue wheel displayed on the phone screen, the pointer would spin until one of the sections turned red, thus determining the winner. The winner could

then pick any other player to either answer a question truthfully or complete a dare.

Gabriel was more than eager to participate, but after receiving a rather urgent call halfway through their conversation, he decided to excuse himself.

With Gabriel gone, Wyatt promptly set the game up for six players and placed his phone on the table. “All right. Let’s start!”

Rayna and the others pressed their fingers on the screen, and after the pointer had spun for a few seconds, the blue section under Jessica’s finger turned red.

“Yes! I won!” Jessica exclaimed.

“Oh, my gosh. You’re amazing!” Wyatt chimed in before leaning into her ear. “Babe, let’s team up tonight and embarrass Theodore and the rest!”

To his surprise, Jessica nodded and suddenly turned to him. “I choose you! Truth or dare?”

“B-Babe, have you made a mistake?” Wyatt stammered. My goodness. Didn’t we agree to humiliate the others?

“No, I have not. Well? Are you going to make your choice or not?” Jessica huffed as she grabbed a pitcher of juice. “If you refused to choose, not only would you have to drink all of this, but you’d also be barred from playing!”

Wyatt gaped at his fiancée in stunned silence. F*ck! She sure is quick to betray me…

After a while, he hung his head and muttered, “Truth, I guess.”

“Here’s my question, then. Before me, how many girlfriends did you have?”

Taken aback by the unexpected question, Wyatt tried to bumble his way through. “That’s too long ago… I-I don’t remember.”

“Excuse me? You were the one who suggested this game, yet you don’t want to follow the rules?” Jessica snapped, looking even angrier than before.

As much as he hated it, Wyatt knew he had to bite the bullet. “A-About twenty-six in total… I think…”

“Wow! That’s incredible, Mr. Lopez! I can’t believe you have twenty-six ex-girlfriends!” Jessica said, a half-smile flickering across her face as she patted the man’s cheek. “Why don’t you put in a little more effort and bump that number to sixty-six? Wouldn’t that be a feat?”