Chapter 156: Triplet’s Mighty Mom Chapter 156

Chapter 156 A Lucky Streak

That was what Silas had always wanted to know, but their relationship had never been more than

just friends. To him, she was like a boat aimlessly traveling on the sea. Desperate, he couldn't wait to

get close to her, but since she wasn't making her move, he decided to pick up his pace. Soon,

Camila let out a sigh as she set her eyes on somewhere far away, seemingly looking back on her

past. After a while, she said, “Alas! I had a tough time when I first got there. I was unfamiliar with the

place and worse, I even ran into a bunch of thugs who surrounded and tried to mess with me. At

that time, I was pregnant for two months, so can you imagine how scared I was? I was defenseless

and vulnerable against these people, but as I thought fate had caught up with me, a senior of mine

came to my rescue. Besides that, when I was diagnosed with signs of possible preterm labor, he was

the one who helped me deliver my child safely. So, South and I are actually in his debt.

Subsequently, he offered us a place to stay at his clinic. After I became my master’s disciple, our life

was finally stable from that point onward. In fact, my senior was the one who had taken care of me

and taught me everything I needed to know, especially when my master was away in the following

year. Sometimes, I didn't even get to see him for months.”

Upon hearing Camila’s story, Silas finally understood why Camila and her son always mentioned her

senior. No wonder they always talk about him. I didn't know he's so important to them. “So, your

hard work has finally paid off now, I guess.”

“Well, at least I no longer have to put up with anyone else who gets on my nerves,” Camila said with

a smile while Silas only silently pondered. Well, she is technically right because she doesn't care if

I'm not happy with her anyway. “Here. A toast to your hard work!” “That's worth a toast. You did

well, Camila,” Camila laughed and said. Yeah, you did well, Camila, Silas thought to himself. As they

continued to drink, the red wine bottle was soon getting low. At the same time, Silas began to feel

more excited the more he drank. “How about we play a little game?” “What game?” Camila tilted

her head and gazed at the man. “Do you have some dice at home?” Camila was happy when she

heard that suggestion because a game would at least spare her the awkward moment. “Are we

going to play a game with a dice? I got it. Just give me a moment!” Not long after, she returned

with four dices and a dice cup. “Here you go. So, how are we going to play this game?” At that

moment, Silas had already prepared three glasses of wine and placed one in the center of the table

while the other two were put on each side in front of them. Then, he looked at her and

explained, “We're going to see which of us gets a bigger number after rolling the dice. If you don't

think you stand a winning chance, you could finish the wine and roll the dice again, but if you think

you do, we'll reveal the dice right away. The loser will have to finish all three glasses of wine.

Otherwise, he or she could choose to reveal a secret instead as an alternative to drinking.”

Meanwhile, Camila looked at Silas, thinking that the game seemed like a good way to kill time, so

she agreed to go along. In fact, she wasn't even scared of drinking and playing games. In the first

round, her dice revealed seven pips, but when she shifted her eyes to Silas, she noticed his

complacent look, believing that her number was smaller than his. Therefore, she chose to finish her

own wine before continuing. In the next round, Camila’s dice showed four pips, feeling irritated

because the number only got smaller and smaller with each time she tried. Soon, Silas looked at her

calmly and asked with a smile. “Are we going to reveal them now?” Camila asked herself, What else

can I do? “Reveal the dice!” However, it turned out that Silas's dice were at five, which was just

slightly more than Camila’'s number. Therefore, Camila’s eyes fell upon Silas, carefully contemplating

his motive. I may be a heavyweight, but I'd get drunk drinking at this rate. While Silas thought he'd

lose this time, Camila got a result with a smaller number than he did. As the game continued, both

of them became obsessed with the game in which Camila lost every time. In fact, the red wine on

the table was all finished by her. In the subsequent round, Silas's dice showed eleven pips. As he

thought he'd finally lose, he was once again surprised by his own lucky winning streak. Although it

seemed that fate would be on his side again this time, he decisively finished the glass of red wine

that was placed before him.