The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 573

"Oh, come on, Sean, could you be any more cliché?" Jennifer was not thrilled with the idea, rolling her eyes. "That game's ancient, what's the big deal?"

"What's not to love? It's not about the game being old, it's about having a blast and getting a little wild! Am I right, Steven?" Sean said, giving Steven a conspiratorial wink.

Steven, ever the cool one, casually touched his nose and tapped his temple, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Sean's got a point. If you're game, let's dive in!"

At the sound of Steven's smooth voice, everyone let out a cheer of approval. Steven was the man of the hour, and they were all ready to indulge him, even if they had their reservations.

Sean sprang into action, rallying everyone with a wave of his hands. "Alright, folks, gather around! We're going to lay down some ground rules: anything goes as long as it's not too wild, and no chickening out," he announced, clapping his hands for emphasis. Ronald and Lareal, who had been waiting just outside, came in at the signal. They caught sight of Sean's commanding presence and joked, "Mr. Smith, at your service!"

"Get a move on, bring us some wine," Sean commanded with a mischievous grin. "And put it on Charles's bill!" He pointed at Charles, who just arched an eyebrow in response.

Noelle beat Charles to the punch, her voice laced with mock indignation, "Why should Charles be the one to pay?"

The room's attention shifted to Noelle, then back to Sean, echoing her question, "Yeah, why, Sean?"

a beat. If there had been any other girls in the room, they would have been swooning. Noelle, though, looked like she had seen a ghost, especially when Sean laid it out. "Why should Charles pay? Oh, it's simple. He's been putting on quite the show for us today, and now we need something to wash it down with. And let's not forget all the lovey-dovey stuff

ignore Sean. Cool as ever, Charles gave Sean a look and said with

real hero here, Ronald. Didn't you hear what he said? Go fetch us

then

the game's

always,

the bottle,

dare. If you're not up for either, you've gotta take a drink!

sweat." Jennifer grinned.

was the first to give the bottle a whirl, since

parade, seeing everyone so pumped. With a flick of his wrist, the

heart had been

that the bottle

out-and it did. As

ker way, all