Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 310 Her Betrayal

Gabriel smiled, albeit rather forcefully. “That’s because I love my job, and I don’t want to be distracted by relationships.”

“Tsk, tsk. Who would believe that?” Wyatt said with a naughty smirk. “Anyway, we won’t judge you if you’re really gay. I can even introduce a couple of fine young men to you!”

That, of course, rendered Gabriel speechless.

“Shut up, Wyatt,” Curtis scolded as he replaced Wyatt’s glass of brandy with juice. “Everyone else can drink to their heart’s content, but you can only have juice tonight.”

“Huh? Where’s the fun in drinking juice? Alcohol is what gives you a buzz!” Wyatt grumbled before attempting to snatch his brandy back.

Curtis, however, instantly fired a warning shot in the form of a cold-eyed stare.

Perceptive as always, Jessica grabbed Wyatt’s hand and chimed in, “That’s right. You should stick to drinking juice! Have you forgotten that you’re still nursing a gunshot wound? You’re not allowed to drink or smoke for the next two months. Understood?”

“Okay, okay. I’ll do as you say, Babe,” Wyatt uttered obediently.

Alas, it wasn’t even a minute later when he pulled out his sunflower pendant and showed it off to everyone. “See this? It’s a Christmas gift from my darling fiancée. Theodore and Curtis, I doubt you guys got any gifts, huh?”

“Of course they did. I gave Curtis a scarf,” Rayna retorted. “Besides, a scarf is much more practical than your necklace. It keeps one warm.”

“My gift, on the other hand, might be rather niche compared to everyone else’s,” Jasmine said smilingly as she lifted Theodore’s hand, revealing the red string bracelet with a gemstone on the latter’s wrist. “I didn’t think an ordinary necklace or bracelet would fit his image, so I braided one for him as a good luck charm. It’s not worth much, but I’m happy as long as it can keep him safe.”

Just then, Theodore’s voice rang out. “To me, this gift is priceless.”

“Quite right. Besides, it’s not like you’d dare despise it,” Jasmine quipped, shooting a sidelong glance at Theodore before turning to Wyatt. “By the way, that’s a Van Cleef & Arpels necklace, isn’t it, Wyatt? You’d better take good care of such a valuable item.”

Upon hearing that, Rayna pursed her lips, a mischievous look in her eyes. “Ha! I can’t tell if he’d treasure the necklace, but given his character, there’s a good chance it might end up around the neck of some female celebrity.”

“That’s indeed possible.”

Have I offended either of you?” Wyatt protested, clearly annoyed at Rayna’s and

Jessica smacked him on his head. “How dare you talk to Jasmine and Rayna in that manner! They aren’t wrong. It’s your fault for having a colorful dating history! You even kept sexy photos

a new leaf, Babe. Why aren’t you standing

despair, Jessica merely rolled her eyes at him. “I do what

“No. I wouldn’t dare.”

shut up and drink your

without a choice, Wyatt grabbed his glass of juice and drank

the club, to the point where nearly all

songs being played to celebrate Christmas Eve, and it wasn’t long before young

was soon back to his usual self. He started whining about the lack of entertainment at their booth. In the end, he asked the waiter for a deck of cards and suggested playing poker, with the

big fan of the bustling activity around him, he sat beside Rayna and sipped at his wine, guiding her from time to time

ten rounds of poker, Wyatt

good as cheating. Jessie and I may take turns playing, but I’m the one who has to drink when we lose! I’ve drunk almost nine glasses of juice! Do you know how awful that

“Mr. Lopez, I can help you if

get lost!” Wyatt shouted in disgust. “I’ve played with you before, and your card skills aren’t even comparable to my fiancée’s! If you were to play for me,

Gabriel silently retreated into his

Lopez’s fiancée dumps him! When that day comes, it’ll be my

draped his arm across the back of the couch and chuckled. “If Theodore and I went up against you, you’d be puking your guts out in

befriended Curtis and Theodore, so he knew better than anyone else how good

no doubt he’d suffer an even more

then, Wyatt glanced at the stage and had a lightbulb moment. “All right, enough of poker. I’ve gotten sick of drinking juice. Let’s play something else!”

through him. “Changing games already? Are

expert poker player! Losing isn’t a big deal to me!” Wyatt scoffed haughtily.

you’d use your gunshot wound as an excuse to get

well. This time around,

the game that he wanted to play was