Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1417

"Oh wow, lucky me!" Germaine said with an innocent smile. "I beat you by just one point."

Jenson's expression froze as he looked at the dice—22 points, exactly as he dreaded.

What terrible luck.

Still, he kept his word, pouring two shots and downing them in one go.

"Let's do this again."

This time, Jenson took a clever approach. He not only mixed up the dice but also swapped his cup with Germaine's. Given his terrible luck today, he couldn't afford to take any chances.

Unfazed, Germaine gave her dice cup a couple of quick shakes.

"You go first," Jenson said, wearing a smug grin.

Germaine smiled faintly as she lifted the lid, revealing four fives—20 points.

"Haha! There's no way I can't top that!" Jenson exclaimed triumphantly, jumping up to show his dice.

Germaine glanced at the table before looking back up with a playful smirk. "How is 19 points better than 20?"

"19? How could that—"

Jenson's voice trailed off as he looked down at his own dice—three sixes and a one. It was indeed 19 points.

He slumped back onto the sofa, feeling utterly defeated. Was the universe really conspiring against him?

Despite this, Jenson refused to believe he couldn't win at least once.

"Let's go again!" he declared, covering the dice and gearing up for another round.

"Not so fast," Germaine replied with a playful smile. "You need to finish your drinks first."

At her words, Jenson immediately frowned. The last two glasses had affected him more than he anticipated, and his head was already spinning. Drinking more felt like a terrible idea.

…

Jenson was jolted awake by the sound of running water.

As he opened his eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling came into view. He could hear the distinct sounds of someone showering in the bathroom next door.

Instinctively, he lifted the covers for a brief look, only to quickly pull them back over himself.

"Shit!" he groaned, frustration written all over his face.

Did he really sleep with someone after getting drunk? And to make matters worse, he couldn't even remember who it was.

With no time to think, Jenson threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, desperately searching for his pants.

Just as he grabbed his clothes, he heard the bathroom door creak open. Panic surged through him as he rushed to the balcony, using the curtains to cover his upper body.

A moment later, Germaine stepped out, wrapped in a bathrobe.