My sister lost the game again.
This was the eighth loss of the night.
The atmosphere in the private room was lively, and everyone was coaxing her to drink.
She looked to my boyfriend, Calvin Stewart, for help.
"Calvin, I can't drink... Can you help me one last time?"
I had just returned from the rain outside when I heard those words.
I was still holding the stomach medicine I had bought for Calvin.
The raucous laughter from the crowd was particularly grating, causing me to freeze at the doorway.
"Helena, you've already gotten Calvin drunk. Are you up to something?"
Helena Bowers is my sister, and also my father's illegitimate daughter.
Her face flushed as she stammered, "My sister's coming back... Don't say things like that."
"Don't bully her."
Calvin interrupted the others, took the glass, downed it in one go, and then affectionately rubbed Helena's earlobe.
"Sweetie, are you satisfied now?"
Helena lowered her head, almost burying her face under the table.
Calvin, already tipsy, leaned in and whispered something in Helena's ear, making her gasp in surprise, her face turning even redder.
"So easily teased..."
Calvin shook his head helplessly.
His close buddy, being perceptive, handed over a room key.
"Bro, are you taking Helena up tonight?"
Calvin's smile froze slightly, and his voice took on a cold edge: "I've held back for so many years, not touching her. What, you want me to break that tonight?"
His buddy looked flustered: "Then...?"
Calvin interrupted him impatiently: "Call Skye."
Skye Bowers is me.
A well-behaved girlfriend in Calvin's eyes, someone who never showed any temper.
His gang of rowdy friends burst into laughter.
"So you're just stringing Skye along? Not marrying her but still calling her to bed, will she agree?"
Calvin let out a dismissive chuckle. "This girl is so nervous when she talks to men, besides me, who else would she dare to approach?"
But he didn't know that at the doorway, there was only a flattened box of stomach medicine left.
And his arch-rival, whom he had just finished a business deal with, was cornered by me in the adjacent room.
"Mr. Paul, I like you, I want to be with you forever."
Rodrigo Paul was dressed in a suit, with deep-set eyebrows.
His dark eyes reflected the wetness of my appearance.
His gentle voice cut through the night.
"Sorry, I don't play the role of a backup. Especially when it's... my rival's fiancée."
"Even if I really love you, wouldn't that be enough?"
I twirled my wet hair, looking sincere.
Like a pitiful little creature who had been abandoned.
Rodrigo's smile gradually faded.
A few minutes later, I was sitting in Rodrigo's black Bentley as I wished.
Wearing his coat on my body.
At that moment, I received a text message from Calvin on my phone.
"Room 502, come over now."
I quickly replied, then turned off my phone.
In the private room, Calvin lazily lifted his eyelids and asked, "What did she say?"
His buddy clutched his phone, staying silent for a long moment before tremblingly replying, "Bro, your girlfriend...She called you an idiot."
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