Drew narrowed his eyes and said, "You're not here for me, are you?"
Yvonne playfully traced her fingers on his chest as she walked around him. "Sir, you have to admit that
our last meeting was totally due to fate."
Drew raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, fate indeed."
"Thanks for the help last time." Yvonne held his black tie, pressing against him with her soft, curvy
figure. Her eyes gleamed with desire as she said, "I've always wanted to see you again, hoping to
repay you." Drew's eyes darkened, setting off an intense gaze that made her nervous, but she
managed to remain calm.
His eyes were like lie detectors, capable of seeing through illusions. Yet, at this moment, he
inexplicably felt that her words held a hint of truth.
Drew grinned mischievously and inched closer, asking, "So, how do you plan to repay me?"
Yvonne felt her heart pounding, her cheeks turning red. She nervously said, "I'll do whatever you want
tonight... I'm all yours."
Yvonne was dumbfounded, utterly taken aback.
Drew's idea of repayment was playing a game of blocks with him!
"One turn each, and the loser takes three shots. Ms. Smith, are you up for it?" Drew asked, resting his
chin on his arms as he gently added the final block to the top layer.
At this time, the bartender had already brought three bottles of top-quality whiskey to their table.
Yvonne looked at the man in confusion. This unexpected game had undoubtedly ruined her initial
plans.
"Oh, right. It's not good for girls to drink hard liquor, so how about this? You take one shot, and I'll take
three." Drew's eyes were as stunning as amber hidden in the ocean's depths. "Ms. Smith, will you join
me?"
"I'll join you." Yvonne took a deep breath, tightening her fingers. "A deal's a deal. No backing out now."
And so, the game began.
Drew was always the fastest thinker out of all the Thompson siblings and excelled at different kinds of
fun activities.
One game he loved to play with his younger sister when they were kids was building blocks. Whenever
he found himself bored at the foreign special operations headquarters, he would sit alone in a corner
and spend time playing with these childhood toys, finding comfort in them and using them as a way to
feel closer to his beloved sister, Bella.
In the early rounds, Yvonne lost every match, quickly downing four shots of whiskey. The burning
sensation traveled down her throat, setting her stomach on fire.
Yvonne's forehead was covered in sweat as her stomach twisted in spasms of pain.
Over the years, she had sacrificed everything she could for Christopher's dreams, leaving herself with
only a worthless life.
She indulged in constant flattery and betrayal, even drinking until she ended up vomiting in the hospital
multiple times. Despite appearing healthy and beautiful on the outside, her body was deteriorating
inside. "Looks like you've lost again, Ms. Smith," Drew teased as he shook his empty glass at her, a
mischievous glint in his eyes.
Despite the pain, Yvonne filled the glass once more, gritting her teeth.
As she reached for the glass, Drew leaned in and covered the entire top with his large hand. "If you
can't handle it, forget about it. It's all good. I'll drink this one for you."
"No worries... I'm not ready to admit defeat. I've got this," Yvonne replied confidently.
Yvonne clearly didn't seem to appreciate it. She snatched the glass and quickly drank everything in it,
her face turning red.
Drew narrowed his eyes as he smirked quietly. This woman, with her stubbornness and refusal to give
up, reminded him of Bella.
In the next few games, Drew intentionally allowed her to win three times in a row.
Perhaps it was because he was in a bad mood or some other reason that Drew, who once had a high
alcohol tolerance, now appeared somewhat dazed and possibly tipsy. "Yay! I did it! I did it again!"
Yvonne cheered enthusiastically, raising both hands in the air with her cheeks flushed with joy like an
innocent young girl.
Drew looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes locked on hers, feeling like everything else had
faded away.
It reminded him of Bella when they were kids. Whenever she beat him at something, she would run
around the room in joy. Little did she know he let her win every time.
He thought, 'Bella... Wouldn't it be great if you could stay young forever and just enjoy those carefree,
innocent days with your brothers protecting you? Now, things are completely different. She has
experienced danger and gone through the pain of love.'