Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 969 Game On!

‘Your husband?’

Kisa winced when she heard the word ‘husband’, only to realize they meant Gilbert a few seconds later.

“All right. Stop being dramatic It’s just a game. Why? Are you afraid that everybody will eat you up?” Peter suddenly scornfully laughed at her, looking very impatient.

Kisa glanced at him. ‘Indeed, Jolina didn’t hate Peter for no reason. He is bad- tempered, impatient, and even likes to hit women. Who would like him?! As Kisa was angrily thinking about that, Felicity had already pushed her next to Marshall. Marshall looked like he was around Jolina’s age, tall, slim, and white, a sunshine boy. He shyly said to Kisa, “Don’t worry. I won’t lose. I won’t let you get punished.”

Having heard that, Kisa was even more embarrassed to reject playing the game. She smiled as she said to Marshall, “It’s all right. Just do your best.”

Soon, a waiter gave them two decks of poker cards. While the waiter was shuffling the cards, Felicity said to everyone, “Here’s the deal, we’ll play Winner. The last two men who don’t play all their cards, whatever number of cards you’re left with, the ladies you are paired with will drink the same number of glasses of alcohol. The punishment is just drinking.”

Hearing that drinking was the only punishment, Kisa felt relieved. She was traumatized by entertainment games, recalling the harsh punishment when she played truth or dare at Kerrona Hill. Her relief was short-lived as a dandy smirked and said, “It’s not fun if it’s just drinking. Can it be more exciting?”

her delicate eyebrows, “What kind of exciting

kissing, or at the least,

“Ha-ha!”

the others, “What do you all

a point. It’s boring if it’s

their cards and are left with equal or more than ten cards, their lady will have to take off a piece of clothing.”

now. What’s the difference between taking

clothing and not wearing any

Jolina,

at him, “Why

muffled voice, “I just

play that. Peter, don’t tell me you’re afraid you’ll lose to us,” Kenneth taunted, his face showing a hint