Chapter 670

Chapter 670:
Ryan turned to William, eyebrows raised. “Well, Mr. Briggs? You in or out?”
Stella looked at William, certain he’d vote no.
With how serious and reserved he always was, she figured there was no way he’d be into something as childish as this.
She started to feel a little relieved. Maybe her side would win the vote.
But then, without a word, William slowly raised his hand—palm up.
“That’s a wrap, folks. Majority wins. We’re playing!” Ryan grinned.
James let out a sigh, chuckling at Ryan’s enthusiasm.
If anyone was the instigator in this group, it was Ryan. He was like a kid who never grew up—loud, playful, and always stirring the pot.
He was also the one who’d urged Rutherford to bring Stella tonight.
James didn’t buy that Stella and Rutherford were a real couple. It felt more like Rutherford brought her just to save face.
But even so, James had noticed something—Rutherford seemed genuinely interested in her.
Whether Stella felt the same? Hard to say.
The first round kicked off. The bottle spun, wobbling slightly before landing on Rutherford.
He raised his glass, cool as ever. “Truth.”
Ryan didn’t waste time with something tame. “Is the person you’re into sitting at this table?”
Straight to the point. No warm-up.
Rutherford didn’t flinch. He nodded, his gaze steady. “Yeah.”
The table exploded with cheers, hoots, and a few gasps. Stella’s eyes flew to Rutherford in shock.
His crush was at this table?
But wait—besides her, weren’t all the other women taken?
Had Rutherford fallen for someone else’s girlfriend?
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Stella hadn’t expected the very first question to land like a bomb. This was drama—real drama. The kind that made her heart skip a beat.
The others at the table began sneaking glances at her, their expressions layered with meaning.
But under the dim lights, she didn’t notice a thing.
The bottle spun again—and this time, it landed on William.
Everyone at the table stilled. William was the type who rarely joked around, always cool and unreadable.
But William didn’t hesitate. He chose truth.
Ryan kept it simple. “Same question—your crush. Are they here tonight?” He asked more out of habit than hope, just trying to move past William’s usual deadpan vibe. So when William answered, “Yeah, they’re here,” the whole table went quiet.
Stella froze for a split second, catching the heat in William’s gaze before quickly looking away, pretending not to notice.
Everyone was stunned.
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