Married to Billionaire after Being Disfigured

Lynn stayed for a moment. She knew very well that in the draw, Benson still insisted on drinking, his purpose was to make her squat.

Willing to admit defeat. Benson had been drinking, Lynn squatted down recklessly.

As soon as she squatted down, she instantly became a lot shorter, and like a maid, her aura also weakened.

Lynn glanced at a few girls who were hiding their mouths and smiling, no doubt laughing at her. Lynn avoided those eyes, heaved a sigh of relief. She held her head high and couldn’t lose her energy while squatting.

Quentin asker for the next round.

“One. My stinky hands,” Quentin’s chest hurts with anger.

“Five.” Nathan smiled.

“Three.”

It was Lynn’s turn again. Lynn knew that she had to seize the opportunity to stand up this time. There was no more draw. She had to shake a maximum point and come out at number six.

After calming down, Lynn lifted the dice cup, held her breath, shook it, and opened it.

“Six.” Quentin exclaimed.

Lynn also breathed a sigh of relief. This was already the biggest point. She didn’t believe Benson was able to get a six by shaking twice this time.

Although her heart was relieved a lot when Benson took the dice cup, Lynn still held her breath. Her legs were starting to go numb, and it was really uncomfortable to squat.

Benson didn’t change his face; he shook it a few times in his hand and put it on the table.

Before opening it, Benson gave Lynn a special look. Lynn was attentive and curious about the numbers inside, which was related to her dignity.

The dice cup was pulled open little by little.

“It’s also six.”

There were a commotion in the house.

Lynn was speechless, pressed his forehead, and watched them drink five glasses of wine into their stomachs with ease.

One hand rubbed the numb heel, Lynn felt the numbness on the foot, and it was about to crawl along the heel to the stomach.

In another round, history was always strikingly similar, this time Lynn rolled a number five, Benson also rolled a number five, and it was a draw again.

They continued drinking peacefully, and Lynn accumulated five more minutes for herself, each time the five minutes were over, and the new round started.

Lynn was miserable, touched her forehead, a layer of sweat soaked on it. The soles of his feet seemed to be throbbing like beans.

“Continue?”

Benson glanced at Lynn before the new round began.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Lynn’s face was flushed, and her feet moved back and forth in very small steps to relieve the soreness and numbness.

It could be seen that she was really uncomfortable in squatting, but she was unwilling to take the initiative to admit defeat.

“Of course. I don’t believe it. The number I roll out is not one, it can only be two.” Quentin roared.

After three rounds, Quentin became aggressive in dice and vowed to roll a big point, which would change the shameful record.

Lynn gritted her back molars and glared at Quentin, the nerve-wracking man.

After another three rounds, Lynn was about to vomit blood. No matter how many times she rolled, Benson could roll the same number. She didn’t even want to win.

Lynn felt that the foot was no longer her own, her face was flushed red, and her lips were white.

Feeling that she was about to commit low blood sugar, Lynn picked up the juice next to her and took a sip, feeling hopeless.

Lynn knew it was impossible for her to win this round. Although she was about to lose her arm and shake a six, Benson would definitely roll a six, which seemed to be a rule.

This leg was going to be squatted tonight.

At this moment, Lynn also understood that Benson was a master at playing dice, and she was not his opponent at all. Every time he rolled the same number as her, it was not a coincidence, but his intention. This was the spirit to kill her.

After shaking it, Benson took the dice cup away, and Lynn looked away, not wanting to face reality.

“Number five !”

“Fuck, bro, you missed it!”

Lynn looked like she was slapped with blood and immediately looked back at the dice. She rubbed her eyes. It was really the number five.

She won, she finally won!

The excitement rushed to Lynn’s throat and was about to come out of her throat.

“Aren’t you able to roll five or sixes of one dice with your eyes closed? What a miscalculation?” Quentin was puzzled.

Benson glanced at Lynn, who was still squatting obediently. Without explaining, he picked up a glass of wine next to him and put it to his lips, expressing his willingness to admit defeat.

“Lynn, you can get up now.”

Lynn nodded, rubbed her swollen calf, held her breath, and stood up with difficulty. Her legs were shaking like thousands of ants were crawling.

Lynn immediately leaned over to the nearest sofa, sat down, took a pillow and put it on his legs, which were shaking like a sieve.

After 30 minutes of squatting, Lynn was almost tortured. Her back was sweating and her fingers were shaking.

Lynn bit her lip and glanced at Benson, who was drinking, with a serene profile and a very calm expression, without any anger after losing at all.

If he wanted to win, he definitely wouldn’t lose.

Benson took out a solid gold lighter from the pocket of his trousers, sensed one’s gaze, and glanced sideways.

With a click, the faint blue firelight jumped out from his fingertips, reflecting his firm jawline. Lynn’s heart shrank.

Through the flames, Benson saw Lynn’s clear eyes.

He curled his lips to read the look.

Lynn wriggled her lips slightly. She had always been strong, and this was the first time she had been treated like this by a person.

Lynn lowered her head, avoiding Benson’s sharp gaze. Her face was white and red, like a red light, a white light, hitting her face alternately.

“Bring a blanket here.” Benson extinguished the flames.

In the dark corner, a waiter immediately came out, went to get a pure white blanket, and brought it to Benson.

Benson raised his chin towards Lynn, and the waiter understood immediately and brought the blanket to Lynn instead.

“Your blanket.”

Lynn was stunned, glanced at Benson, took the blanket and spread it over her back with a guilty conscience.

The air-conditioning in this room was very strong, and after sweating, she really felt cold.

The sound of the lighter rang again, and every time it felt like it was pressing down on Lynn’s heart.

Lynn grabbed the blanket tightly, and even though Benson lost the last one, he still exuded the air of a king.

Because he wouldn’t lose at all.

Someone was chatting, someone was singing, Lynn was waiting for the numbness in her legs to pass, and Benson lit a cigarette and puffed.

Half an hour for Lynn to feel the numbness in her feet leave her.

“Let’s go first.”

Benson threw the lighter in his hand on the table and got up.