She nced at Jackson. "Jackson, can I swap it for drinks instead?"


    Jackson''s face darkened for a second, but he quickly found something amusing, a yful glint in his eyes.


    "What''s the matter? Are you really that against kissing Dn? I get it. Dn''s Simon''s guy, and that connection alone makes it awkward for you. Plus, Dn''s not exactly into women. If you did kiss him, who knows? You might just vanish by tomorrow morning. Alright, if you can down ten bottles of vodka, I''ll let it slide."


    ra had agreed to the bet, and backing out now wasn''t going to be easy with Jackson. But ten bottles of vodka? That''s a straight ticket to the ER for anyone.


    ra pressed her lips together, not even sparing Dn a nce. She didn''t need to see him to know he probably regretted ever stepping into this lounge.


    She took a deep breath, resigned to the idea of a hospital visit if it came to that. At least she''dplete the challenge.


    She made her way over to the side table, which was piled high with bottles of expensive booze.


    The room was spacious, about a hundred square meters, and the table was nearly waist-high, covered in pricey spirits.


    Grabbing a bottle of high-proof vodka, she was about to take a swig when she caught sight of Dn, sitting in his wheelchair, head down, lost in thought.


    After finishing one bottle, her stomach felt like it was on fire, and her cheeks were flushed. The taste of alcohol lingered in her nose.


    Just as she was about to crack open another bottle, she noticed Dn making his way to the door.


    Her fingers hesitated for a moment before she opened the second bottle.


    Jackson, not wanting to see her drink herself silly, could tell ra was struggling. He quickly waved it off.


    "Alright, alright, just wait by my car. I''lle byter to pick up some papers." ra set the bottle down and replied swiftly, "Thanks, Jackson."


    Jackson hurried to catch up with Dn, worried that he might be upset since he wasn''t a fan of jokes about men and women.


    With the two of them gone, the other rich kids in the room finally found their voices, whispering among themselves.


    "Why does Dn have such a strong presence? The second he walked in, I felt this invisible force making me hide my phone."


    "Yeah, me too."


    "My folks said not to mess with him."


    ra listened to the murmurs, grabbed her bag, and shed a smile at everyone.


    "Sorry to trouble you all. Catch you next time."


    They had been hoping for a spectacle, but her poise left them feeling awkward.


    As the saying goes, you can''t hit a smiling face.


    ra made her way to Jackson''s car, her head spinning.


    Meanwhile, Jackson had caught up to Dn, apologizing quickly.


    "Dn, I was just messing around after a few drinks. I know you''re not into


    women; I won''t do it again. Please don''t be upset."


    Dn paused, his tone cool. "I''m not mad at you."


    Jackson, pushing Dn''s wheelchair, was confused.


    "Then who''s got you riled up? You can''t be mad ra didn''t kiss you, right? If she had, would she even see tomorrow? Remember that bold model who tried to kiss you? She was shipped off overseas the next day, and she hasn''t been back since. Everyone knows you''re not into those kinds of rtionships. ra was smart to dodge it."


    She''d rather face ten bottles of vodka than kiss Dn, showing just how much she wanted to avoid him.


    As they reached their usual hangout spot, Jackson heard him ask a question.


    "Do you think I''m good-looking?"


    If he hadn''t heard it himself, he''d think he was hearing things.


    Dn asking what?


    Good-looking? Why would a guy care about that?


    Wait a second!


    Why would Dn care about that?