Chapter 55 Anticipating The Kiss
“Are you okay with it, Soph? We don’t have to play the game if you don’t want to.”
Ysabelle was certain that Sophie could do most things well, but throwing darts was a game that needed constant practice. I wonder if she ever played it before.
“It’s fine. We can play if that’s what you want.”
Sophie smiled warmly, and it was as though she was letting Ysabelle do whatever she wanted on her birthday.
“I love you so much, Soph,” said Ysabelle. In a way, Sophie was the perfect boyfriend material. “Seriously, if you’re a guy, I would marry you in a heartbeat.”
Sophie smiled without saying anything else.
“Ms. Tanner, you truly are incredible. It seems like you can do everything with ease.”
Winter was bidding her time and planning ahead. The higher the pedestal she put Sophie on, the more it would hurt when Sophie inevitably fell.
Sophie, however, didn’t think much of it. It’s just a game of throwing darts, so how hard can it be? I’ll just let her think that she’s winning for a little longer.
“Do you need Mr. Tristan to give you some private lessons beforehand? He was the one who taught you how to play pools the last time, right?”
“There’s no need for that. Since Ms. Quigley is that eager to lose, let’s just play.”
Sophie was truly irked by Winter’s behavior. After all, it shouldn’t matter what her relationship with Tristan was like. Winter still had no right butting in on the matter.
“Hah,” replied Winter. She couldn’t help scoffing. “Before that, though, let’s make things clear. This is just a game, so regardless of how things turn out to be, no one is allowed to hold a grudge, okay?”
“Winter, let’s just play. Why are you talking so much? What’s the point of saying all that, anyway?”
How have I never noticed that Winter is so annoying before?
“I’ll go first,” said Ysabelle. She stood up and tossed the dart right away.
“Ten points,” said Felix. He couldn’t help chuckling a little. Ysabelle’s skill is really… something else.
“What are you laughing at, Felix? Do you think you can do better? Fine, go on, then. You can go next.”
“Sure,” replied Felix. He stood behind the line, adjusted his stance, and threw the dart. “Twenty-five points. See that? That is how you do it.”
“Hmph!”
That good-for-nothing Felix is deliberately messing with me!
“Soph, it’s your turn.”
Sophie made her way over. She picked up a dart and tossed it mindlessly.
Even so, it managed to hit the bull’s eye.
Everyone was instantly speechless.
The same thought flashed across their mind. My gosh, can she be any more nonchalant?
“Huh… I didn’t think my luck will be that good. Throwing darts is all about luck, right?”
Winter was even more delighted.
Although she was the one who suggested the game, she had never thought about winning it.
In fact, she was determined to lose the game. Only then would she be able to kiss Tristan.
After all, it was just a game. She figured that Tristan wouldn’t be able to complain even if she were to kiss him.
“Wow, you play so well, Ms. Tanner. You must frequent clubs often and play regularly, huh?” Winter asked.
Sophie sneered. Ah, so that’s what she has been planning.
Charles and Sean were up next. Both had trained with the special forces before, so games like that were nothing to them.
Hence, their results were virtually perfect.
“It’s your turn, Mr. Tristan.”
Winter was smiling brightly. Yes, I will surely lose now.
“You should go ahead. I’ll be the last one,” said Tristan.
Winter didn’t have the guts to disobey since it was Tristan who told her to play first. There’s no way Tristan is that bad at throwing darts, right? At worst, he will definitely get some points.
Winter made her way to the right spot, grabbed a dart, and threw it as well as she could.
In the end, however, she got the worst result with only one point.
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