Chapter 354
Chapter 354
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Chapter 354
“Since I agreed to play, let’s add one more rule p>
Winter looked at Chris, who had spent years in business. “What rule p>
“After someone answers, if the other person is satisfied with the answer, they drink. If they’re not satisfied, they don’t.” His tone was calm. “And since those three chances to drink are so precious, each drink should be one full bottle p>
As he spoke, he opened another bottle and filled both of their glasses nearly to the brim.
“Fine,” Winter answered readily.
She could handle three bottles.
“You go first.” Winter glanced at Chris. Without thinking, she picked up two peanuts and put them in her mouth.
To be fair, they were really good.
Chris leaned back in his wicker chair and asked in an even tone, “If William and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save p>
Winter stopped chewing.
She stared at him in disbelief, her brows drawing together.
What was wrong with him?
But after that brief pause, she answered without hesitation. “I’d save William p>
In Chris’s mind, he heard William’s confident, provocative voice from that phone call.
“If we both fell into the water at the same time, she would definitely save me first p>
Winter’s voice turned cool. “Do you have a problem with that p>
“It’s your turn.” Chris’s dark eyes were frighteningly deep.
Winter had already prepared her question, but the moment she tried to ask it, the words felt almost impossible to
say.
“When did you find out about your parents?” She paused, then forced herself to continue. “About the truth behind their deaths p>
Chris watched her lower her head the instant she faltered.
His gaze deepened, but his voice remained calm. “When I was twelve p>
Winter tightened her fingers around the peanuts in her hand.
That meant she had been seven.
The year her parents died.
She picked up the glass in front of her and drank it all in one go.
Chris asked, “Do you like this island p>
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The question sent a sharp ache through her chest.
She gripped the bottle, but in the end, she answered with difficulty. “I do p>
Something shifted in Chris’s eyes. His lips pressed together slightly, then he lifted his glass and drained it.
Winter asked, “Why did you bring me to this island p>
Chris held his glass, his quiet gaze fixed on her. His voice was low and hoarse.
“I wanted you to be a little happier p>
It was the same answer as before.
Winter asked herself honestly if she had been happy these past two days.
Not exactly.
But the gloom that had been weighing on her had loosened.
The day after she had inexplicably vomited blood, she had been listless. It was as if she had lost interest in everything. William had even suggested taking her somewhere to clear her head.
But these past two days, she felt as if she had come back to life.
She picked up the glass in front of her and drank the wine inside.
Chris pushed the plate of peanuts closer to her.
He looked at the faint redness at the corners of her eyes. His low voice held back a tide of emotion as he slowly asked, “Do you really regret knowing me? Every minute and every second of it p>
Winter’s gaze froze.
She leaned back in her chair and looked up at the North Star, the symbol of constancy. But the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.
Did she really regret knowing him?
The question coiled tighter and tighter in her chest, like a wire twisting around her heart until it almost cut through.
She could hardly bear the pain of it.
So she reached for the bottle, choosing to drink instead of answer
But the moment her fingers touched the bottle, Chris took it away.
Chris’s throat moved as he lifted the bottle and drank.
He drank the choice she had made.
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