Falling for the Goddess

Your Little Wife Seems Interesting

"How about we play a round, just the three of us?" Kyle Thorne suggested.

He exchanged a glance with Lucas Graves and added, "Let's keep it simple this time."

Sara Hart nodded. "Just explain the rules, and I'll manage."

Kyle Thorne explained the rules briefly, then turned to Sara Hart to confirm, "Got it, Sara?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Why don't we try a practice round first?" he suggested.

"Sure," Sara Hart agreed.

The three each picked up a dice cup. Kyle Thorne and Lucas Graves shook theirs vigorously, showing off their techniques. Kyle Thorne even lifted his cup in the air to show off his flair. In contrast, Sara Hart shook hers a few times on the table, her movements noticeably inexperienced.

"Take a look at your dice," Kyle Thorne prompted.

"Everyone ready?"

Sara Hart nodded. "Yes."

"I'll start," Kyle Thorne declared, glancing at his dice. "Four threes."

Lucas Graves quickly followed, "Four fours."

Sara Hart thought for a moment before responding, "Five fours."

Kyle Thorne raised an eyebrow. "Open."

Sara Hart lifted her cup, revealing four fours. Kyle Thorne had none, while Lucas Graves had one, making it exactly five fours.

"I lost," Kyle Thorne admitted. "See, that's how it works. Looks like you got the hang of it"

Sara Hart smiled gently.

"This is boring if we're just playing for fun. How about we add a rule - losers have to drink?" Lucas Graves suggested, glancing at the soft drink in front of Sara Hart. "You can stick to your drink."

"Okay," Sara Hart agreed. She rarely drank alcohol and had a very low tolerance.

Out of the three, Kyle Thorne and Lucas Graves were boisterous, shaking the dice cups loudly, while Sara Hart only spoke when it was her turn. Half an hour later, Kyle Thorne had ten empty cups in front of him, Lucas Graves had a few, and Sara Hart only had two.

"Sara, be honest with me. Have you played this game before?" Kyle Thorne asked, surprised.

Sara Hart shook her head, her clear eyes full of sincerity. "This is my first time."

Unconvinced, Kyle Thorne called out, "Guys, want to join in?"

Eric Thorne glanced over. "Which 'gyus' are you calling?"

"All three of you," Kyle Thorne clarified.

Lucas Graves added, "Sara is pretty impressive. You three should back us up."

Sara Hart glanced over at Adrian Blake, her bright almond eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Curious about Sara Hart, both Eric Thorne and Noah Ashford agreed, "Alright. Adrian, you in for a few rounds?"

"You play; I'll watch," Adrian Blake replied nonchalantly.

The new round began, with each of the three players backed by one of the senior men. Adrian stood behind Sara, Eric behind Kyle, and Noah behind Lucas.

"Remember, you can't help us or give advice, but if we lose, you have to drink with us," Kyle Thorne declared.

The three rarely indulged in such games, but with Sara Hart's presence, they felt a bit of curiosity.

It was Sara Hart's turn to start. She glanced at her dice and smiled slightly. "Six sixes."

Adrian Blake leaned in slightly to check her dice, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips.

When it was Kyle Thorne's turn, he scrutinized both Adrian Blake's and Sara Hart's expressions but couldn't read anything.

"Seven sixes."

Lucas Graves hesitated for a moment. "Eight sixes."

When it was back to Sara Hart, she called out calmly, "Open."

Lucas Graves lost.

Sara Hart had no sixes, Kyle Thorne had one, and Lucas Graves had two. There were only three sixes on the table.

"Sara, you tricked us!" Lucas Graves exclaimed.

Sara Hart's eyes twinkled. "All's fair in love and war."

Lucas Graves and Noah Ashford each took a drink.

While Kyle Thorne and Lucas Graves remained focused on the game, the three men behind them kept their eyes on Sara Hart. Throughout the game, she was quiet, with a faint smile that never revealed her true emotions. Her eyes lit up only when she won or made eye contact with Adrian Blake. Her gaze would soften and brighten, a warm look brimming with a hint of affection.

Whenever she lost, she glanced at Adrian Blake apologetically.

"It's alright," Adrian Blake reassured her, downing his drink in one smooth motion. Sara Hart, sipping her juice, couldn't help but feel a bit dizzy - she was lost in the surreal atmosphere.

"I'm done. I'm too full from drinking. I feel like I might throw up," Kyle Thorne declared, surrendering first. He'd drunk the most, while Sara Hart had the least to drink.

"Do you have any tips to share?" he asked.

Sara Hart tilted her head thoughtfully and answered seriously, "The game is about counting the number of dice with a certain value, and the next person has to increase either the count or the value. It's simple - mostly a matter of probability and psychological strategy. The first person's call can be a bluff sometimes, but often it's just luck."

Kyle Thorne stared at her, taken aback. "Is this how geniuses think? Even rolling dice is an exercise in X and Y variables..."

"I can't anymore. I need to use the bathroom!" he said, pushing back his chair and rushing off. He had drunk over a dozen small cups and was lucky they weren't larger.

Lucas Graves followed suit with a similar excuse.

Sara Hart hesitated briefly before getting up to head to the restroom as well.

Once the others had left, Noah Ashford turned to Adrian Blake, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your little wife seems interesting."

Sara Hart was different from the usual women in their circles. Despite her seemingly innocent demeanor, she remained composed and elegant, never crossing any boundaries - whether physically or conversationally.

In fact, her calm, self-assured presence had an unexpected resemblance to Adrian Blake's.

Eric Thorne toyed with his glass, glancing at Adrian Blake. "What made you bring her here tonight?"

Adrian Blake had already had several drinks. Relaxed, he slouched back on the sofa, his long legs casually crossed. He replied lazily, "Lucas called while Grandma was around, so I brought her along."

Because Grandma had suggested it, he had complied.

Adrian Blake lowered his gaze, recalling Sara Hart's earlier smiles - bright eyes and radiant cheeks. It was unexpectedly endearing.

He figured he might be a bit tipsy.

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Inside the bathroom, Sara Hart washed her hands and looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed from the excitement of the game, and even her earlobes felt warm. Though she hadn't had any alcohol, her face was burning.

Splashing cold water on her face, she felt slightly more composed. As she stepped out of the bathroom, a woman blocked her path.

"Well, well, I didn't expect to run into you here, Sara Hart."