Married to the Scandalous Billionaire

13. I'm Not Drunk

Beverley could only remain silent with a stiff body. Her heart was filled with bitterness when she saw Brent pouring himself some wine. On the other side, David smiled, satisfied with Brent's decision.

"Mrs. Oliver, why don't you join us?" One of the comfort women beside David asked casually. "You should at least support your husband, right?"

Beverley took a deep breath. Finally, she sat back down. But she didn't say anything, just watched how Brent would play.

Brent and David downed a glass of wine together. The two stared at each other deeply. "It's a childish game," he said.

David grinned. He gestured for one of his women to help pour wine for them both. Then they drank the wine again together.

"Maybe this is childish. But what you are betting on is not trivial," said David.

"You really are an asshole," Brent said as he took another sip of his wine.

They spent glass after glass in fierce competition. Beverley looked at them in surprise and confusion. She could see the desire in David's eyes, but Brent showed hatred instead.

"You're getting drunk, David," Brent spoke quietly.

"Aren't you the same?" David laughed softly. His voice sounded unclear. "I've been waiting for you for many years, Brent," he muttered under his breath. "But I still didn't make it."

Brent poured more wine. His head was starting to dizzy, but he didn't want anyone else to know about it. He turned to Beverley and pulled her close. "Don't listen to him if he says nonsense."

Beverley was silent. She still remembered the night Brent had drunkenly abused her. She couldn't forget that incident in the past, and that always made her wary of him.

"You... are you drunk?" She asked to be sure.

"No." Brent's brow furrowed deeply. His left hand pulled Beverley's waist closer until his body pressed against hers.

"Brent..." Beverley gripped his hand, trying to get free.

"I'm not drunk," he said again. His eyes and nose are slightly red. His eyes looked glazed and weak. How could he still claim to be sober?

"Stop teasing her, dammit! The winner hasn't been decided yet!" exclaimed David coldly. His jaw tightened. The look in his eyes became a little scary. "Once again!"

Then they went back to drinking wine. David laughed dryly. He stood up from the couch unsteadily. One of the hostesses there wanted to help, but he immediately pushed her away.

He walked over to Brent, holding his glass of wine. He chuckled. "Brent Oliver.... Holding on to feelings for so many years isn't easy, you know?"

Beverley frowned at that. She stared at Brent, but he didn't respond to David's words. What's the problem with these two men?

"Stop talking nonsense!" said Brent dryly. "If you take one more step, believe me, I will kill you."

David's footsteps immediately stopped. His expression turned sad. "Do you hate me that much?"

Brent suddenly stood up from his seat. He grabbed Beverley and hugged her waist tenderly. Then he said to David, "I should be the one asking. Are you so grudging against me that you spread such rumors?"

"How could it be? How could I have a grudge against you?" David suddenly stepped back. He drank his wine quickly. His expression went blank.

 
"Okay. I admit defeat."