Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Joel walked up in front of Matthew and Peter, holding a timer in his hand.

“You two know rules, right? Whichever of you two finishes all the wine first in sixty seconds without getting drunk wins.” Joel explained.

Matthew and Peter both agreed.

Blanca’s eyes were wide open – she was surely shocked. It was crazy to even think that either of them here could finish all this alcohol here literally in a minute!

They were going to get themselves in some serious trouble.

Blanca was so worried. On hearing Joel said “Go!”, Matthew and Peter started drinking already.

Matthew picked up the wine glass and unbuttoned his suit with one hand. He came directly from the company, and he was still wearing a suit. Following his movements, everyone saw his beautiful slender fingers and beautiful Adam’s apple. Quite a few in the audience were in awe.

He was such a good-looking man.

His neck looked so incredibly sexy that somehow you couldn’t resist sliding your finger around and about.

Matthew was born blue-blooded. He naturally carried a noble temperament from the inside out. Almost all of his actions seemed to be provocative, and even Blanca couldn’t help but get carried away looking at him. But what she worried about more now was Matthew’s health!

“Peter, come on!”

Joel was obviously on Team Peter. Along with Joel’s supportive cheering, a few of the audience behind Blanca started rooting for Peter as well. On the other hand, several girls in the audience had been attracted by Matthew’s good looks.

Peter was drinking one glass after another with ease. The atmosphere got heated even so.

Sweats dripped down Peter’s cheeks.

In the middle of the game, Blanca noticed Matthew had been pressing a hand against his stomach. His brows frowned.

Matthew looked terrible!

He just had gastroenteritis, how could he drink so much alcohol?

“Matthew, quit this stupid game, now! Matthew Grant, stop the game now…”

Blanca cried. But Matthew didn’t seem to hear her at all. He held on, spread his fingers to press on his abdomen, and drank another five glasses.

In the beginning, his speed was always the fastest. But because of the pain in his abdomen, Peter caught up.

But Peter saw how Matthew was enduring his pain. Peter couldn’t help praising Matthew as a real man!

The drinking battle had heated up in its final seconds. At this particular moment, Matthew’s body suddenly shook.

“Matthew!”

Blanca blurted out. Matthew propped up against one of his hands on the table – there remained only the last three glasses. But Matthew’s stomach felt like being gnawed by thousands of ants, which was rather an agony.

Cold sweats had already started forth upon Matthew’s forehead. But he smiled at Blanca and continued.

“I’m finished!”

Peter said from the other side of the room. And Matthew still had half of the glass full. He frowned, and just as he was about to say something, he had already fainted from the pain…Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Matthew shouldn’t have drunk so much alcohol, especially when he hadn’t fully recovered from the gastroenteritis!

“You won, Matthew. It was not a fair game.”

Peter said so right before Matthew passed out.

After Peter finished speaking, he turned his head to avoid looking at Matthew and Blanca. Blanca rushed out and hugged Matthew, “Matthew, are you out of your mind? Don’t you know that you aren’t well? You… Can someone please call help, call 9-1-1…”

“I’m fine.”

Matthew forced open his eyes and said so. He wanted to smile for Blanca to make her feel better, but he was too weak to do so.

Blanca looked at Matthew in such a bad shape. She wasn’t sure how she felt at the moment, “You were so stupid, you know…”