Chapter 3

Everyone's eyes darted back and forth between Matthew and me. Natasha shook Matthew's arm.

"Oh my, if Prince is getting married, does that mean she can't be our bridesmaid?"

"It's fine." Matthew's answer was perfunctory, and his eyes remained fixed on me.

I put down my glass and replied to a message on my phone before saying leisurely, "Even if I weren't getting married, I'd have no interest in being a bridesmaid."

Natasha had embarrassed herself again. She pouted and started spinning the bottle on the table again.

"Since we said we'd drink till we drop, whoever it lands on this time has to finish this whole bottle!"

Natasha pointed at the bottle.

"How should we count this? Why don't you two split it in half?" my friend teased, then whispered in my ear, "Actually, I think you and Matthew still have a chance. You came back for him, didn't you?"

I'd been up for a whole day without rest, and now my head was starting to throb. I rubbed my temples. "No, I really came back to get married."

My friend clicked their tongue, clearly not believing me.

I didn't want to explain further. Just as I was about to pick up the glass and split the drinks with Matthew, Natasha stopped my hand.

"Prince, it's not that I'm targeting you, but I really don't like my boyfriend sharing a drink with another woman. Let's do another round."

She emphasized the words "my boyfriend" especially hard, as if deliberately trying to remind or warn me of something.

"What's the big deal? We're pouring it out into separate glasses anyway. It's not like we're drinking from the same one."

Faced with Natasha's repeated antics, my friend was finally getting impatient.

"If you're that worried about your boyfriend, why don't you just tie Matthew up and keep him locked at home?"

Natasha immediately became all innocent, her lips slightly pouting as she looked at Matthew pitifully. "I just wanted everyone to have fun."

Matthew's brow furrowed slightly, but he still went along with what Natasha said. "We'll do what you want."

The beer bottle spun again and quickly stopped firmly in front of me.

Fair and square—I didn't hesitate to pick up the glass in front of me and drain the entire pitcher.

The game continued.

I don't know if Natasha's hand had been blessed somehow, but every single round, the beer bottle stopped steadily in front of me.

The lack of rest combined with excessive drinking was already making me dizzy.

Matthew reached out and grabbed my hand as I went for another glass. The cold touch instantly brought me back to my senses.

"Let's stop here for today."

Natasha glared at me resentfully and muttered with displeasure, "But we haven't finished this round yet."

"Then how about this—for this round, no drinking. Prince, answer another truth question instead."

I pulled my hand back and checked the time. Ten more minutes until midnight.

"Fine."

A flash of calculation quickly crossed Natasha's eyes. She pulled out her phone, opened a photo, and held it in front of me.

"Prince, in this scandal of yours, exactly how many men were involved?"