That Isn’t Unreasonable Rosalie frowned slightly and was about to refuse when Mary squeezed her
way out of the dance floor. She sat down boldly next to Rosalie and scrutinized the man.
He looked well-mannered enough. His features were well-defined even under the dim lighting of the
bar. He was not exactly muscular, but he was not skinny either. His entire outfit probably cost about
fifteen thousand dollars. She rated him an eight, just about. Mary did not give Rosalie a chance to turn
him down after that. She said brightly, “Sure! Do you have any other friends? They can come along
too!”
The man’s seat was right next to theirs. He noticed the ladies when they stood up to dance, and he
knew that they had come here together. Since Mary had given him the green light, he turned around
and called his friends over. All of them looked handsome enough, and they were dressed in branded
goods too. When they came over, they brought the expensive wine bottles on their table with them.
The men were respectful of the women’s boundaries, too. They sat at a decent distance away from
Rosalie and Mary.
Mary evaluated every one of them and then said with a raised brow, “You’re all so handsome. Are you
all single?”
The men quickly replied, “Would we be sitting here if we weren’t?”
Mary gave the first man who hit them up a long look, then she asked the others, “What about him? Is
he single too?”
The man gave her a bold grin and gestured at his friends to go ahead and tell her.
“Hans has been single for a few years now. We don’t even know his type. But today…” The men’s
gazes turned teasing. Hans Reed interrupted their taunts with a laugh. “Shouldn’t you drink more and
talk less?” His friends unanimously stopped there and changed the topic In no time at all, Mary was
getting along with the men swimmingly. They chatted up a storm. Rosalie was only here at the bar to
drown her sorrows in a bottle. She may seem at ease in front of the men, but she was actually feeling a
little uncomfortable.
Maybe Mary got carried away by the conversation, because at one point she stood up and sat in
between the men, playing Rock, Paper, Scissors with them. She left Rosalie alone in her seat by the
side
Hans sat by the side too, Once Mary was gone, there was no longer anyone sitting between Hans and
Rosalie
“Sorry, did I disturb you?” Hans looked at Rosalie apologetically, staying out of his friends’
conversation
Rosalie paused and gave him a faint smile. “No, we’re all here to drink. You aren’t disturbing anyone.”
The man frowned slightly and asked in concern, “But you don’t look too happy. Are you having a bad
day?” Rosalie pursed her lips and smiled in silent agreement.
At the same time, she wordlessly refused to continue the conversation. The more Rosalie rejected him,
the more Hans was intrigued by her. She did not seem eager to talk to him, so he began drinking on his
own. He took his time with his wine, his gaze never once leaving Rosalie’s face. On the other hand,
Mary had been keeping an eye on the two of them too. When she saw that they were keeping to
themselves, she had an idea and loudly suggested that everyone play the King’s Game. Anyone who
got the king of Hearts could order the others to do anything they wanted.
Before Rosalie could refuse to join, Mary stuffed a card into her hand and kept the King of Hearts for
herself.
“We got the Seven of Spades and the Five of Diamonds—” The others started revealing their cards.
Rosalie looked at her card, the Five of Diamonds. She had a bad feeling. Mary looked at her casually.
“We all know each other now, and I won’t make you do anything too impossible. How about drinking
from each other’s cups? That isn’t unreasonable, right?”
As King’s Game requests went, that was relatively tame. Rosalie was part of the game now, and she
did not want to be a party pooper, so she agreed with a smile.
Hans revealed his Seven of Spades helplessly. He glanced at Mary, who was trying to play
matchmaker, then he told Rosalie, “Let’s not exchange cups. How about a toast?”
When Rosalie saw that he had the Seven of Spades, her heart sank slightly. She saw through her best
friend’s intentions and was starting to regret agreeing so freely. Hans’ suggestion came right on time.
She heaved a sigh of relief and clinked her glass against his.
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