Chapter 320

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In sharp contrast, Dustin’s mood brightened considerably, his eyes alight with mischief and anticipation for the juicy details yet to come. However, before he could delve back into the scandalous tidbits, Collin preempted him with a keen interruption. “According to the game’s rules, if we choose to avoid a question, we’re allowed to just take a drink, correct?” Collin inquired, his eyebrow cocked in a challenge.
“Absolutely,” Dustin replied, his voice a mix of intrigue and surprise as he processed the interruption. He then turned his curious gaze toward Linsey, his question tinged with concern. “But I thought Linsey didn’t drink?”
With a dismissive snort, Collin responded, “She doesn’t drink, hence I shall drink on her behalf.”
He swiftly grabbed the glass resting before him and tossed back its contents in a fluid, decisive motion. Linsey, caught completely off guard, had no chance to protest. While she could have managed the question on her own, Collin’s protective stance was clear—he was intent on sparing her from the alcohol, and she was equally determined not to let him drink on her account.
“Oh, come on, Collin, that’s totally unfair!” Dustin burst out, his voice tinged with annoyance as his plans for gossip were cleverly sidestepped.
Collin merely raised an eyebrow, his expression one of smug satisfaction. “I’m Linsey’s husband. It’s only natural for me to protect her,” he declared proudly, his stance firm and resolute in the dimly lit room.
Reluctantly, Dustin stepped back, opting to refrain from posing any more questions that could be deemed inappropriate. Provoking Collin would lead to his own downfall later.
As the game progressed, Dustin found himself on a losing streak. Collin, ruthless and unyielding, dug deep into Dustin’s past heartaches. “Dustin, I heard your first sweetheart left you because you lacked experience. Is that true?
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“Dustin, rumor has it that you threw yourself into the nightlife after your heart was broken. Can you confirm that?”
“Do you still linger over thoughts of your first love?”
With each probing question about his early romantic life, Dustin’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, his embarrassment palpable.
Linsey and Dolores soaked in the scandalous details with evident delight. “Wow, Dustin, who would have guessed you were such a naive young man back then?” Dolores remarked, her laughter ringing through the air.
All eyes were on Dustin, expecting his response. Instead, he grasped his glass and downed three hefty gulps as a form of self-punishment.
With a mix of resentment and resolve, Dustin muttered, “Just you wait, Collin. Once it’s your turn to lose, I’ll have you squirming with embarrassment!”
Collin just laughed, his confidence unwavering. “Show me what you’ve got, then make me lose!”
The game escalated into a fierce rivalry between Collin and Dustin. The tension was palpable, drawing raucous laughter and gasps from the onlookers who were thoroughly entertained by the spectacle.
Ultimately, it was no shock when Dustin succumbed to a resounding defeat. After downing several glasses one after another, he became so inebriated that he crumpled to the floor, utterly incapable of standing.
Collin, unable to hide a grin, leaned over him and taunted, “Come on, Dustin, rise and keep going. Continue the game—don’t just sprawl there like you’re out for the count.”
Amused yet concerned, Dominic approached Dustin. Realizing Dustin was drunk, he intervened with a chuckle. “Come on, Collin, give Dustin a break. He’s well beyond his limit; he’s not faking it. We should probably cut him some slack; he’s already the evening’s entertainment.”
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