Chapter 188
Sweet Subterfuge
Chapter 188
She watched as Kevan downed an entire bottle of vodka with a straight face Despite the strong alcohol, it seemed to have little effect on him. He remained upright in his seat, and his hand never loosened its grip on her waist
As the others called for another round of whiskey, Dylan interrupted and announced the next
activity. âItâs time for the exchange of giftsâ
This session had always been the least popular activity at his Christmas party for a very simple reason.
It was an activity where a group of adult men had to prepare their own gifts out of sincerity. Oftentimes, there would be more creative gag gifts rather than actual thoughtful gifts, and almost everyone would be forced to accept whatever they were given
During such times, Dylan would always capture their exciting expressions with his camera and share them in their group chat In previous years, everyone always lacked enthusiasm, but this year brought about a dramatic change.
âGreat! I want to pick Larissaâs gift!â
âYouâre dreamingâ Her gift is mine!â
Suddenly someone piped up playfully. âShouldnât Larissaâs gift be left for Kevan? You guys are so
cluelessâ
These words resonated deeply with Kevan, and he began to think of ways to make it happen. However, the group was filled with dim-witted people that did not understand his intentions.
âKevan didnât bring any gift, so he canât participate in this segment!â
âYeah, Larissa mustâve prepared a separate gift for him. Spare us her gift!â
âPlease, Kevan! Give us a chance to receive a normal gift for once!â
Larissa didnât expect her gift to be the center of attention at the party, but she also didnât expect to stay here until now. The situation made her feel a bit awkward. Although the yarn she bought was of high quality, the value of the gift itself was not expensive. This group of men who were used to luxury brands probably wouldnât use it even if they received it.
They all held such high expectations now, she couldnât imagine their disappointment when they see the gift later.
âStop arguing!â Dylan stepped forward to maintain order. âLetâs follow the rules. Whoever draws the number is the one who gets the gift.â
Everyone had to hand over their gifts to Dylan upon entering, and in return, they received a numbered card from him. Then, he would bring out a black box during the segment, and each person would draw a card. The number on the card determined whose gift they would receive. As Kevan did not bring any gifts, he didnât have a number, so he couldnât participate in the gift exchange.
While others were drawing cards, he sat quietly next to Larissa, calmly watching their laughter and commotion Larissaâs number was quickly drawn by someone
âItâs me! I got her number!â The person knelt down on the ground dramatically and kissed the card in his hand as if he had won the jackpot. Meanwhile, others were filled with envy, and they carried out the segment in a somber mood
There were other activities planned after the event, but Kevan claimed he was feeling a bit tipsy from the alcohol and needed to go home early to rest as he had work the next day. He didnât want to stay here any longer.
The others seemed to understand and sent them off, saying. Itâs getting late! You guys should rest carly Thereâs no need to stay and hang out with us bachelors!â
Larissa understood the hidden meaning behind their words and jokingly replied, blushing. We wonât be able to rest for some time.â
âOh?â They were all confused and misunderstood the meaning behind her words.
Then, Larissa reached out her hand and said. âDidnât you promise me a whip? Donât you want to see Kevan gelling whipped?