Chapter 18
Freddy swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to vomit. “It’s alright, Lot. How are you feeling?” he asked, trying to act casual,
Lori said, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m sorry for messing up your clothes.”
“Freddy, can you stop holding us up?” Camilla snapped impatiently
Freddy felt a surge of anger. “Can we pick a different game?”
“Sure,” Camilla said, pausing before adding, “But you have to slap yourself hard. No cheating.”
Fredity was on the verge of smirking, but the sound of her voice wiped it off his face
He took a deep breath and thought that slapping himself harder would win him more sympathy from his fans and viewers.
It was a real slap. A loud sound rang out in the living room.
Kate and Lori looked at each other in surprise.
Camilla won yet another round, while Freddy faced another defeat
Freddy was soaked in sweat, and he had used up half of the tissues on the table.
Lori and Maria backed away from him, dodging the heat from the heater.
“Freddy, it seems like luck isn’t on your side tonight. What game do you want to play next?” Camilla asked.
Freddy tossed his wet tissue into the bin. “Dare.”
“You are very brave,” Camilla said, looking at him with cold, sharp eyes. She wondered how long he could take it.
Camilla gave a fluent command in French, “Kneel down and call me dad.”
Everyone, except for Henric, looked at Camilla in confusion.
“Say it again. I didn’t catch that,” Freddy said irritably.
Camilla’s lips curled up in a smirk as she repeated her order.
Freddy scowled. “Use real French. Don’t speak dialects.”
“Haha!” Henric couldn’t help but laugh.
Camilla gave Freddy a sneering look, as he cringed. “Freddy, you took French lessons for a drama, didn’t you? You even got a fancy certificate for it. But you can’t understand a word of it, can you?”
Freddy’s expression turned dark and threatening. He glared at Camilla and replied, “I learned the real French, but you don’t speak it. I can’t understand your version.”
Camilla asked, feigning interest, “Oh? Can you show me real French so I can learn from you?”
Freddy’s eyes darted around nervously as he clutched his stomach. “Excuse me. I suddenly feel sick. You guys go ahead and play.”
As they watched him leave, everyone understood that Freddy couldn’t speak French at
Bullet screen comments flooded the live stream.
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“Good job, I always knew Freddy was a fake. I never liked him from the beginning”
“I study French, and Camilla’s pronunciation is spot on. Freddy has the nerve to say Camilla is speaking dialects? That’s hilarious! This guy any French,”
“just looked at his Twitter, and it’s true. He posted a French language cortificato a low months ago. Did he award it to himself?”
“So this is his true face. I was almost becoming his fan, but now I’m repulsed!”
doesn’t know
The fact that Freddy couldn’t speak a word of French quickly became a hot topic on Twitter, with no sighs of cooling down. His PR team was busy trying to maintain his reputation.
Freddy’s rivals took advantage of the situation and hired a lot of trolls to smear him.
The living room was silent and awkward. Kate couldn’t stand the weird atmosphere and looked at Camilla, who was drinking blueberry wine, and asked, “Are we still playing the game?”
Camilla finished the blueberry wine in one gulp, narrowed her eyes, and said, “I’m done. You guys move on.”
Maria muttered, “The fun is over without the doormat.”
Henric looked at Camilla’s flushed cheeks and remembered her shuffling skills. He looked at Camilla intently, she was really sly.
Kate and Maria went back to their room, leaving only three people at the table. The room suddenly became quiet.
Camilla picked up the goblet and said boldly, “Lori, cheers to you. The beel you made was delicious.”
“Cheers!” Lori clinked his goblet with Camilla’s.
Lori said, “Great!”
Camilla turned the goblet upside down, showing that the wine was gone.
Henric saw that Camilla was still going to drink more and frowned, saying, “You’ve already had two glasses. The
kick. Drink less
And Henric gave Lori a signal with his eyes.
Lori was stunned, then understood and said, “Camilla, it’s gettingfate. Let’s call it a night and drink more tomorrow.”
Camilla pouted, “Okay”
Lori glanced at the two of them, cleaned up the dishes and went back to his room.
“Camilla?” Henric touched Camilla who was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed.
Henric’s mind went blank as he gazed at Camilla’s pink cheeks and red, moist tips.
Jugh Blueberry wine has a strong
Camilla whispered, “Henric, you were right. The wine has a strong kick. You go rest first, and I’ll Go down here for a while.”
Camilla’s body was hot, and her tanned fingers unbuttoned the second button of her shirt
The shirt opened slightly, revealing a small patch of smooth, tanned skin.
Henric thought for a while and stood up to block the view, his black and intimidating eyes fixed on Ned. “Ned, it’s time to end.”
Meeting Henric’s gaze, Ned swallowed nervously, Henric was indeed as hard to deal with as the rumors said, cold and arrogant.
When the program was about to start, Henric’s assistant Jimmy found him and told him that Henric would be participating in his program, which scared
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him so much that he couldn’t sleep for several nights.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Jiminy said to the staff present, “To call it a day?!
As soon as the words fell, the channel was closed.
Camilla on the sofa suddenly opened her eyes and stood up, staggering. “Call it a day?”
With a drunken and hazy look in her eyes, she waved her hand and said, “Call it a day means sleep. Let’s go to sleep”
Seeing Camilla’s unsteady body, Henric walked up and supported her waist. “I’ll take you up.”
Ned looked at the backs of the two of them, deep in thought and with a suspicion in his heart.
As they were climbing hallway up the stairs, Camilla suddenly decided to go to the rooftop and sit there. Henric know she would go by herself even if he didn’t join her.
Camilla sat on the double bench; admiring the quiet Henric. His long, thick eyelashes hung down, and his eyes were lowered.
thought my third brother was the most handsome man in the world.
Camilla stuck her chin out and marveled at his unrivaled beauty, “Before I met you, I thought my But after meeting you, you became the most handsome man,”
“I couldn’t take my eyes off you, you are so fascinating,” she added, gazing boldly at Henric, her face glowing with a bright smile.
Henric’s gaze lingered on Camilla’s red lips for a moment before shifting away. With a cool tone, he asked, “I have a friend who also claims to be the most handsome man in the world. What’s y
s your brother’s name?”
Camilla stared at his thin lips, licking her own and replied, “Let me kiss you, and I’ll tell you.”
Henric shuddered and locked at Camilla intently. After a moment, he said, “You’re drunk.”
Camilla slid closer to him, and their distance closed in. I’m not drunk, just let me kiss you, just once,” she pleaded.
“Are you serious?” Henric’s eyes fixed on Camilla’s delicate face.
“How
silly. I’m just taking advantage of you. As the world’s richest man, how many people want to kiss you but can’t,” Camilla replied, laughing.
“Then go ahead and kiss me,” Henric said, smiling.
Camilla’s eyes lit up, and she pursed her lips, inching closer to Henric’s thin lips
But before their lips met, Henric held her by the back of her head,
“Mmm…” Camilla’s large, watery eyes remained open.
“Close your eyes,” Henric said, his voice gentle yet firm.
Camilla obediently closed her eyes.
They kissed until they lost track of time.
Henric released Camilla gently from his embrace and smiled at her dazed expression, “What are you thinking about?”
Camilla smacked her Ups and replied, “So, this is what kissing feels like. Not bad at all.”
The smile on Henric’s face grew even stronger. “Now that you’ve kissed me, can you tell me your brother’s name?” he asked.
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