“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.”

way over. She picked up a dart and tossed it

managed to

Everyone was instantly speechless.

flashed across their mind. My gosh, can she be

that good. Throwing darts is all about luck,

was even more

who suggested the game, she had

lose the game. Only then would she be

that Tristan wouldn’t be able to complain

must frequent

 Ah, so that’s

and Sean were up next. Both had trained with the special forces before, so games like that were nothing

their results

turn,

was smiling brightly. Yes, I

should go ahead. I’ll be the

guts to disobey since it was Tristan who told her to play first. There’s no way Tristan

a dart, and threw it

the worst result

sorry. It’s been a while since I last played this game, so I under-performed,” said Winter sadly. She pretended to be

finally had the chance to kiss the man she loved, who was

turn, Mr.

was getting

as though Winter wants to lose

that she can kiss Tristan. Can

to be an idiot to

can’t believe she came up with a plan like that.

never have put two and two together if

now? We can’t let her kiss Uncle

do? This is about your Uncle Tristan, and no one can do anything if he’s okay with her kissing him,”

do. Anyone else can kiss

not? Aren’t the two of you on good

longer friends, okay? I mean, did you see how she repeatedly goes after you today? I don’t want to

who dared to go after her best friend would be deemed an enemy. She didn’t

over and picked up a

moved

heart began

her lips against his. She had been dreaming of that kiss for so long, but she

a way, she had to thank Ysabelle for it. If it hadn’t been for her, Winter would never have had an

my gosh, Uncle

the hell?” said Felix. He couldn’t believe what

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