That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

Olivia frowned slightly, about to refuse when Isabelle squeezed out of the dance floor and plopped down next to her, boldly sizing up the man.

He had a refined and scholarly appearance. Even in the dim bar lighting, his well-defined features were noticeable. His build wasn’t particularly robust, but he wasn’t thin either. His outfit alone was worth about a hundred thousand.

Barely an eight out of ten.

After her assessment, Isabelle didn’t give Olivia a chance to refuse and readily agreed, “Sure, do you have any friends? Invite them over too!”

The man’s booth was right next to theirs. He had noticed them when they got up to dance earlier and knew they were together. Seeing Isabelle agree, he didn’t hesitate and called over a few friends. Each one was good-looking and well-dressed, bringing their expensive drinks with them.

They were tactful, sitting neither too close nor too far from Olivia and Isabelle.

Isabelle looked them over one by one and raised an eyebrow, “So handsome, are you all single?”

They all chimed in, “Who would dare sit here if they weren’t single?”

Isabelle gave a meaningful glance at the man who had approached them earlier and asked the group, “What about him? Is he single too?”

The man smiled generously, signaling his friends to speak freely.

“Larry has been single for years. We don’t know what kind of woman could catch his eye, but today…” They teased.

Hearing this, Larry Kemp laughed and interrupted his friends’ teasing, “Can’t you drink without running your mouths?”

His friends tactfully changed the subject.

After a few words, Isabelle was already getting along well with everyone, chatting enthusiastically.

Olivia had come to the bar today just to drown her sorrows. Faced with this situation, she remained composed on the surface but felt somewhat uncomfortable inside.

Isabelle, perhaps caught up in the excitement, got up and sat among the men, playing drinking games with them, leaving Olivia to sit alone.

Larry was also sitting on the edge. With Isabelle gone, there was no one between him and Olivia.

“Sorry, are we bothering you?” Larry asked apologetically, staying apart from his friends and looking at Olivia with concern.

Hearing this, Olivia was taken aback for a moment but then smiled calmly, “No, we’re all here to drink. There’s no such thing as bothering.”

The man frowned slightly, concerned, “But you don’t seem very interested. Are you feeling down?”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Olivia pressed her lips into a smile, implicitly acknowledging his concern while subtly rejecting his advances.

The colder Olivia acted, the more interested Larry became in her.

Seeing that she didn’t want to talk much with him, he sat nearby, drinking slowly and keeping an eye on her.

Meanwhile, Isabelle kept an eye on their interactions. Seeing that they were drinking separately, she suggested playing the King’s Game. Whoever drew the King of Hearts could make anyone do anything.

Without giving Olivia a chance to refuse, she handed her a card while keeping the King of Hearts for herself.

“Spade 7 and Diamond 5-”

Everyone looked at their cards.

Olivia glanced at her Diamond 5 and had a bad feeling.

Isabelle leisurely looked at her and said, “We all know each other, so I won’t ask for too much. How about a cross-cup drink? Not too much, right?”

A cross-cup drink was indeed simple in the King’s Game. Since Olivia had joined in, she didn’t want to spoil the fun and agreed with a smile.

Larry reluctantly revealed his Spade 7. Glancing at the matchmaking Isabelle, he said to Olivia, “Let’s skip the cross-cup drink and just clink glasses.”

Seeing that he had the Spade 7, Olivia felt a bit down but understood her friend’s intentions. She regretted agreeing so quickly earlier.

Hearing Larry’s suggestion, she felt relieved and raised her glass to clink with his.