Chapter 133

For a fleeting second, Evelyn contemplated refusing.

But when her eyes flickered toward Serena and Dylan seated across the room, her hesitation dissolved.

"Absolutely," she replied after a measured pause.

She gave Alexander a brief nod before turning to Natalie. "Come on, Natalie. Let’s join them."

Natalie, always in sync with Evelyn, offered a subtle nod of agreement.

She understood that if Evelyn had accepted the invitation, there was a purpose behind it. Without another word, she followed.

The trio made their way to Nathan’s private booth on the second floor.

As Evelyn approached, her gaze inadvertently met Nathan’s. For a heartbeat, their eyes locked—charged with unspoken tension—before both swiftly looked away.

With Evelyn and Natalie now present, the atmosphere in the booth shifted, thick with unspoken friction.

Dylan, ever the instigator, his eyes gleaming with mischief, quickly devised a plan.

Leaning forward, he smirked at Evelyn. "Just sitting here is getting dull, don’t you think, Mrs. Black? How about we spice things up with a game?"

Evelyn arched a brow, her expression unreadable as she met his challenge. "What kind of game did you have in mind?"

Dylan snatched the dice cup from the table, giving it a theatrical shake. "Simple. We roll, and whoever gets the lower number drinks. Loser takes a shot."

A faint smirk tugged at Evelyn’s lips. "Sounds fair," she replied coolly.

The man beside Dylan grabbed a bottle of whiskey, pouring generous amounts into their glasses until the amber liquid nearly spilled over.

Evelyn’s gaze flickered to her glass, watching the whiskey swirl dangerously close to the rim.

Dylan noticed her hesitation and chuckled. "If it’s too much, Mrs. Black, we can always make it half a glass."

Evelyn’s fingers curled around the glass, her voice steady. "No need. A full glass is perfect."

"Excellent!" Dylan grinned, clearly relishing the challenge. "Let’s begin."

The first round commenced.

Evelyn rolled a three.

Dylan rolled a four.

"Beginner’s luck," Dylan taunted, setting the dice cup down with a smirk.

Without hesitation, Evelyn lifted her glass and downed the whiskey in one smooth motion, her expression never faltering.