At Nightfall Palace, truth or dare was still ongoing.
Another round of card games finished, and this one was a big dare. Edward White frowned, damn it, with so many bombs in this round, how was he supposed to strip!
Douglas Grant looked at him mischievously and said, "Ten bottles of liquor, strip ten items of clothing, grab someone and kiss them for ten minutes, moan for ten minutes. Which one do you choose?"
The rules were as follows.
Small dare: One bottle of liquor, strip one item of clothing, grab someone and kiss them fervently for one minute, moan for one minute.
Big dare: Ten times everything in the small dare.
Ultimate dare, which means no limits.
"Drink." Edward White grabbed the liquor on the table and started chugging it down.
He’d lost to the point where he only had pants left, where in the world would he find ten items of clothing to strip?
Kissing someone? No, not necessary.
Now when he saw women, he had no interest at all!
The Hennessy wine was extremely strong, and if Edward White drank it, he’d probably pass out.
He drank enthusiastically, and after finishing, he fled the scene.
Douglas Grant wasn’t playing either, half-drunk and half-awake, he left with his assistant to pick up Alice Cloud at the Yansford villa.
Alice Cloud was Douglas Grant’s half-sister, but she had her mother’s surname and didn’t live with the Grant Family these years. Her relationship with him was just so-so.
However, it seemed that Alice Cloud and Sebastian Yansford didn’t have a harmonious relationship. Every time they were together, they’d get hysterical, causing chaos.
Moreover, there was something wrong with her mind.
She was hurt by a man in the past, and ended up blaming everything on Sebastian Yansford.
Not sure why, but Sebastian Yansford seemed quite tolerant of her, perhaps because of her mental issues.
Nightfall Palace downstairs.
Edward White left in a luxury car, returning to the White Estate.
Everyone else dispersed.
Alexander Kingsley returned to the First Special District.
Just as he got out of the car, a furry little bundle leapt into his arms, rubbing against him, and before he could speak, the little one wrapped her arms around his neck.
She swiftly curled around his waist, hugging him fiercely and kissing him passionately.
Since they’ve known each other, apart from the very beginning, the only other time Carla Carr had been this forward was now!
Her boldness left him a bit helpless, his sturdy body tensed.
Her lips held the sweet scent of a little woman, along with a soft hint of alcohol.
He gently patted her small bottom, as a sort of reprimand.
"Why are you crying?"
She’s always been fearless, why was she crying?
Carla Carr didn’t say anything, the warmth of his embrace gave her a strong sense of security: "Alexander Kingsley, tonight, I want to sleep with you."
The man rejected her decisively.
After all, sleeping with her, he always seemed to heat up, and when he’s warm, he wants to do naughty things.
Once he starts doing naughty things, he can’t stop, and he gets addicted to doing naughty things!
Carla Carr tightened her grip around his waist, hugging him tighter and tighter: "Alexander Kingsley, why not?"
He looked at her, his gaze twinkling.
Damn it, those almond eyes of hers were bewitching!
He didn’t speak, he just smiled, holding her, he went upstairs.
His tone was entirely commanding: "Go lie down on the bed, cover yourself well with a blanket, and close your eyes to sleep!"
Carla Carr had drunk too much, she couldn’t care less what he said?
She hooked her arms around the man’s neck and started nibbling at his chest through his clothes.
His voice became somewhat hoarse.
"I really can’t handle you."
"Keep biting, and believe it or not, I’ll take care of you right now, hmm?"