?Chapter 1377:


    The agreed-upon punishment for the losers was that each had to drink arge ss of alcohol.


    With a chuckle, Susanna exined to Phillip, “You were targeted by the two werewolves in the first and second rounds. They were determined to vote you out.”


    Phillip responded helplessly, “I suspected as much. It must have been Sean who was after me.”


    Knowing the danger he was in, he quickly used the poison on Sean during the second night, which confirmed that his suspicions were right.


    A new game started, filling the room withughter and lively chatter. As the game wrapped up, everyone began to sing, soon followed by a round of the ever-popr dice game.


    Having indulged in a few drinks, Bryson felt slightly dizzy. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and made his way to the balcony for a smoke. Once outside, Bryson lit a cigarette, took a deep inhale, and leaned against the railing, exhaling a perfect smoke ring into the air.


    He was startled by a sound and turned to find Alyssa.


    “Noticed you stepped out for a smoke. Feeling tipsy?” she asked.


    “Not really,” he replied.


    Alyssa was not a native of Glophia. She had grown up in Shadecliff, visiting Glophia only asionally as an adult, and was not well-acquainted with its high society. However, her interactions with Bryson and the others had been warmly positive. Norah was pleasant, Joanna and Susanna were friendly, and Bryson seemed genuinely nice.


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    Alyssa maintained a respectful distance, standing quietly beside Bryson, both staring off into the distance for a moment of silent contemtion.


    As his cigarette neared its end, Bryson broke the silence, asking softly, “What’s your take on the blind date?”


    Looking down, Alyssa responded, “I’ll choose someone I really like. My father won’t push me.”


    Bryson inquired, “So, did you agree to this trip because you like me?” His question was met with silence. When Bryson feared he might have been too direct, Alyssa’s gentle voice floated to him.


    “Yes, I do like you a bit.”


    “Why is that?”


    Alyssa pondered for a moment, then said, “Isn’t falling for someone often just spontaneous? The moment you walked into that blind date, I was drawn to you. Seeing those fresh roses by your side and the way you interacted with me just made me like you even more.”


    Alyssa always spoke her mind freely, and given Bryson’s direct question, she wasn’t about to start holding back now.


    She murmured, “There were many moments when I felt drawn to you.”


    As the cigarette neared its end, the sudden heat jolted Bryson. He quickly snuffed out the stub and tossed it into the trash.


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