Chapter 187:
Freya sensed something suspicious about the arrangement but couldn’t precisely identify the issue.
In the initial round, Kristian received the “small” disc, while Trent obtained the “big” one.
Seeing she wasn’t involved, Freya’s suspicions temporarily subsided, and she absentmindedly engaged in the game.
“Kristian, do you select truth or dare?”
“Dare!” Kristian’s response emerged cold and concise.
“Seymour, you may issue your challenge,” Liam announced, assuming the role of commentator to ensure smooth progression.
Every element of tonight’s gathering had been meticulously arranged to manipulate Kristian and Freya. These initial rounds merely served as preliminary warm-up exercises for what Liam had truly planned.
Trent wasn’t particularly interested in this sort of game, idly throwing out a suggestion for Kristian’s challenge. Kristian took up the challenge with a shrug, and swiftly, they rolled into another round.
After four rounds, it was conspicuous that Freya hadn’t been picked even once.
As the fifth round loomed, tension subtly ticked up.
“I got the one marked ‘big,'” Liam declared, a flicker of mischief sparking in his eyes. He glanced around with feigned nonchalance. “So, who’s stuck with the one marked ‘small’?”
“Not me,” Trent quickly disclaimed.
“Nor me,” Felipe chimed in smoothly.
𝖂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖋𝗈𝗋 galn𝗈v𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗆
“Definitely not me,” Zander added, a trace of amusement in his tone.
As the denials circled around, Liam’s gaze eventually landed on Kristian and then lingered on Freya.
The game started for real at that moment.
Freya peered at her disc and, with quiet acceptance, admitted, “It’s me.”
“Truth or dare?” Liam asked, his voice laced with practiced ease as if he had already predicted her choice.
Considering the previous rounds hadn’t been too harsh, Freya said with unwavering confidence, “Dare.”
Truth made her uncomfortable; she much preferred sticking to dares.
“Not going to switch?” Liam prodded, almost hopefully.
“Nope,” she replied firmly, locking eyes with him.
Grinning, Liam dished out his pre-planned dare. “Put your phone on speaker and call your first love. Tell him you miss him.”
It was a calculated move; no matter if Freya chose truth or dare, the theme of past loves was destined to surface.
Liam was particularly keen to catch Kristian’s reaction. Would a shadow of jealousy flicker across his face? The anticipation was palpable.
At the mention of the dare, Freya hesitated.
Trent’s gaze fixed on her, his expression a complex tapestry of feelings that defied easy interpretation.
“I’ll drink,” Freya murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. With a resolute hand, she reached for the glass perched on the table. One by one, she downed the contents of three glasses.
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