Free Web NovelChapter 149: Chapter 149: Matchmaking for Damien
Brandon Jacobs smiled too.
He’d found Cecelia Archer quite beautiful ever since they last met. He was more than willing to get to know her, but he’d never thought of taking advantage of her.
Besides, he knew Damien Vaughn’s temper, so he hadn’t made a move.
"Vaughn, this is just a game. No getting angry, okay? If you can’t handle it, we can switch games right now."
Damien Vaughn glanced coolly at the words on the spinner, then at Brandon Jacobs, his voice calm.
"Do I look like I can’t take it?"
’He figured Cecelia was the one who couldn’t take it.’
’Never mind how eager she’d been to play. If the spinner landed on something truly outrageous, she’d definitely come running to him for help.’
However, he was wrong.
Today, Cecelia Archer was not only bold, but she also had the burn-the-bridges determination to set him up with Gwen Morgan.
’It was just a drink. Since she was the one who suggested playing, how could she back down now?’
"Mr. Jacobs, let’s do this."
As the words left her lips, she took the beer mug in front of her and stood up.
"Let’s do it!"
Brandon Jacobs quickly stood up as well, glass in hand.
Amidst Wyatt Wynn’s clapping and cheering, the two linked arms and drank their first glass together.
"Woo! Cecelia is awesome! Jacobs is awesome! Go, go, go!"
Cecelia Archer and Brandon Jacobs exchanged a glance and, for some reason, both smiled before downing a second and then a third glass.
Damien Vaughn thought he wouldn’t mind, but seeing the two of them share a smile as they drank, he felt a pang of discomfort.
After they finished drinking, the two sat down. It was now Gwen Morgan’s turn to spin; she was sitting to Cecelia’s right.
Perhaps because Mrs. Vaughn was present, or maybe because she was in a bad mood, Gwen Morgan was unusually quiet today compared to last time.
She spun it gently, and the pointer landed on: ’Choose any player and have them do three things for you.’
’This is a good one.’ Gwen Morgan rejoiced inwardly, her expression placid as she looked at Damien Vaughn.
"Damien, how about we play this round together? Let me think what I should have you do."
She quickly dreamed up a few interesting tasks in her mind, wanting to play them with Damien Vaughn.
But before she could say a single one, Damien Vaughn picked up the glass in front of him with a cold expression.
"I’ll drink. Next person’s turn."
GLUG, GLUG, GLUG. He downed three glasses in one go.
Gwen Morgan was utterly speechless. She looked at Wyatt Wynn beside her, who was already rubbing his hands together, eager for the spinner.
"My turn? Then I won’t hold back."
The spinner spun rapidly a few times before slowly stopping on ’Truth or Dare’. Brandon Jacobs clapped, cheering.
"This is a good one, a great one! I have a question I’ve been dying to ask. Let me. Wynn, when was the last time you kissed someone?"
"Pfft," Cecelia Archer couldn’t help but laugh.
’That’s more like it. This is how you’re supposed to play a game. If everyone were like Damien Vaughn, it’d be so boring.’
Gwen Morgan also thought this was how it should be played, and she looked at Wyatt Wynn with a smile.
Wyatt Wynn was, as expected of someone who frequented clubs, completely unfazed. He even grinned and confessed openly. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
"Just, uh, an hour ago."
"Pfft!"
’That rascal.’ Even Damien Vaughn couldn’t keep a straight face and almost laughed out loud.
The spinner was pushed in front of Damien Vaughn. This time, he didn’t opt to drink right away. Soon, the pointer stopped on ’Truth or Dare’.
"Whoa!"
It was a rare opportunity to play this kind of game with him. Wyatt Wynn, who had a belly full of gossip, excitedly moved to ask a question but was stopped by a look from Brandon Jacobs.
Wyatt Wynn belatedly remembered Mrs. Vaughn was right there and had to hold his tongue.
"I’ll ask you a truth. Vaughn, it’s been a while since you’ve seen Auntie. Do you miss her?"
Damien Vaughn hadn’t expected Brandon to ask such a question. He would have preferred almost anything else.
Giving him a disdainful look, he grabbed his glass again.
"I’m drinking."
’Seriously? Is that question really so hard to answer?’
Mrs. Vaughn, sitting at the side, was speechless.
The spinner came to Brandon Jacobs, and the pointer landed on: ’Follow a command from the previous player to do something.’
Brandon Jacobs volunteered, "I’ll sing. I’ll sing a song for you all."
"Tch, who wants to hear you sing?" Wyatt Wynn said, waving his hand dismissively.
"Go on, dance for us. Something hot. If it’s not hot enough, you have to drink five glasses."
A small thing like this wasn’t going to stop Brandon Jacobs. If he had to dance, he’d dance.
He immediately stood up and showed everyone a little number, swaying his flexible hips.
The guy was tall with long legs, and since he was wearing black trousers and a white shirt today—a rather ascetic outfit—the combination with his seductive dance moves was beyond hilarious.
Everyone was bent over laughing. In the blink of an eye, the spinner was in front of Cecelia Archer again: ’Choose any player and have her do three things.’
’This is a good one. It’s less like a punishment for me and more like one for someone else.’
Cecelia Archer chose Gwen Morgan. "Miss Morgan, can I ask you three questions?"
The atmosphere had been built up to this point, and it would be a real mood-killer not to cooperate, so Gwen Morgan readily agreed.
Cecelia asked her, "First question: was there anyone you liked back in your school days?"
’Who knew she was so good at this game,’ asking such a tricky and interesting question. Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn immediately perked up their ears.
Gwen Morgan froze for a second, then shot a shy glance at Damien Vaughn. "Yes."
’I knew it.’
Cecelia immediately followed up, "Is he here right now?"
"..." Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn sucked in a sharp breath.
’What kind of question is that? If Gwen Morgan says yes, isn’t it obvious she’s pointing to Damien Vaughn? No wonder Cecelia Archer is so lively tonight. Is she trying to stir up trouble?’
Everyone’s eyes snapped to Gwen Morgan, believing that with her emotional intelligence, she could surely gloss over it. But instead, Gwen answered very frankly.
"He is." freewebnovёl.ƈom
Everyone except Cecelia Archer and Mrs. Vaughn was rendered speechless.
’Everyone knew the nature of Damien Vaughn and Cecelia Archer’s relationship. For Gwen Morgan to answer like that was tantamount to a public confession to him. How could Cecelia possibly stand for that?’
’This is just a game, don’t turn it into a bloodbath! If Vaughn loses his temper, we’ll all get caught in the crossfire!’
Who knew they had underestimated Cecelia Archer’s tolerance.
After Gwen Morgan answered, Cecelia was completely unaffected and continued to ask with a gossipy look on her face.
"So does he know? And do you still like him now?"
’Whoa, whoa, whoa, this is getting more and more out of hand.’
Before things could escalate, Brandon Jacobs quickly spoke up to stop her.
"Hey, we agreed on three questions, but you’ve already asked four. Gwen, you don’t have to answer that."
But Gwen Morgan seemed more than willing to answer. She smiled at Cecelia Archer.
"I don’t know if he knows or not, but I do still like him."
"..."
Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn watched Damien Vaughn’s expression and silently shuffled back a little.
’They hoped that when Vaughn finally blew up, they wouldn’t get hit by the shrapnel.’
After Gwen Morgan finished, it was unclear whether Cecelia Archer had genuinely not processed it or was simply heartless, but she just stared at her with a look of dazed admiration.
"You’re so devoted, Miss Morgan. That’s so sweet. I bet a lot of interesting things must have happened between you two back in school. Could you tell me about it in detail?"
For the eighth time, Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn were speechless.
’Vaughn’s face was so long it was about to hit the floor, and Cecelia, you’re not even looking at him! What on earth is she up to? Is she shipping Vaughn and Gwen? Did she really not get it, or is she just pretending not to get it?!’
