Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 259

Bennett turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers. He reached out and ruffled her hair, then picked up the glass of wine in front of her and downed it in one go.

“Yolanda’s not a big drinker. I’ll take this one for her.”

“Bennett, you’re no fun,” Thomas complained, disappointed he didn't get to see a show.

“I’m not in the habit of putting on a show for others,” Bennett stated coolly, setting the glass down.

The game continued. It was Queena's turn, who was sitting to Thomas' left. She reached out and spun the bottle. With her weak spin, it only went around twice before stopping, the mouth pointing at Thomas.

Thomas raised an eyebrow at Queena. “Dare,” he said.

Queena looked uneasy. She glanced at Oscar before timidly suggesting, “Mr. Taylor, choose a lady present and give her a passionate kiss for three minutes?”

As soon as she said it, nearly everyone’s eyes turned to Yvonne. Even Bennett lifted his gaze and gave Yvonne a fleeting look.

Yvonne, however, kept her head down, chewing on her skewer as if it had nothing to do with her.

Thomas' gaze lingered on her for a moment, a hint of resignation in his eyes. Then, he too picked up his glass and drank it all.

“You’re no fun either. I never realized you were such a coward,” Oscar commented, his eyes sweeping past Yvonne before landing on Thomas with a teasing glint.

Thomas shrugged noncommittally.

Next to Queena was Oscar. He spun the bottle, and it landed on Bennett.

Bennett glanced impassively at the bottle pointing at him. “Truth,” he said.

Oscar, seated across from Yolanda, looked at her for a moment before asking Bennett, “Is there anyone here you’d want to marry and spend the rest of your life with?”

“You barely ate anything. The grilled fish is delicious, caught fresh from the sea today,” Thomas said, looking at her plate where the fish and shrimp remained untouched.

Yvonne said, “I’m allergic to seafood.”

“Is it serious?” Thomas asked, surprised.

“Yes, very,” Yvonne confirmed.

“Then I’ll have the staff prepare something else for you,” Thomas offered.

Yvonne shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m full.”

The others were planning to continue drinking and chatting. Yvonne said she was a bit tired and had a maid show her to her room.