Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Blair had posted a photo about half an hour ago. She was with a group of eight people, all holding a glass of beer and toasting each other.

The caption caught his eye.

“Warning! Whoever gets a phone call, has to chug down one glass!” Eight phone numbers were mentioned beneath that, as if inviting people to call!

Wesley knew at a glance that the Last number was Blair’s. He wondered if anyone had called her. Was she drunk?

The glasses looked quite tall, even though they were slightly narrow.

Still, she didn’t have a big appetite. Could she gulp one down? Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Actually, by the time Wesley could check her WeChat Moments, Blair had already been forced to gulp down two glasses of beer. Of the two calls she had received, one was from a classmate she had in high school and the other one was from Orion.

Joslyn, the birthday girl, had already received five calls.

Unfortunately, the calls weren’t going to stop for her since everyone would want to wish her, oblivious of the rules of the game.

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Just as the group had settled down after one of the calls, one of the boys received a call—from Hartwell!

The boy wanted to cry when he heard what the voice from the other end of the line was saying.

“Hi there. I’m Joslyn’s husband. Can you put her on the phone for me, please.”

The boy replied in an anguished tone, “Sir! Come on! You could have called your wife directly!”

Hartwell nonchalantly responded, “Oh, please! I saw her post and know all about your Little game. I wanted to talk to her so I just randomly picked up a number.” It was obvious why. He didn’t want his wife or

Blair to drink too much, so he had deliberately chosen a random number.

The boy passed his phone to Joslyn, murmuring, “You know, your husband is such a sly fox. This one doesn’t count.”

“Doesn’t count?” Everyone burst out laughing.

“You wish! You know the rules! Whoever gets a call has to chug it down! We didn’t have a restriction on the callers. Pop a glass down, now!” While Joslyn was busy talking to Hartwell on the phone, the boy was forced by the group to gulp a tall glass of beer in a single breath.

“Hey honey,” Joslyn greeted her husband with a smile.

Sighing helplessly, Hartwell cautioned her, “What’s this game you guys are doing? Take care, huh? I cannot be there, you know? Don’t drink too much and keep an eye out for Blair too. Don’t let her drink too much either.”

“Honey, it’s fine! It’s just beer.”

Joslyn tried to calm him down. On the other end, Hartwell massaged his forehead.

“Mmm, all right. But Blair gets drunk easily. Take care of her. Wait for me when the party is over. I’ll come pick you up.”

“Got it.”

When she ended the call, Joslyn saw that Blair was drinking her third glass of beer. Remembering what Hartwell had said, she hastily went over to help her.