Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 351

Chapter 351:

It wasn’t until the waiters took away the wine glasses that Lean finally let go of me, I almost choked because I had covered my mouth for so long, and now I was gasping, Even though I had done something dreadful, Lean folded his arms, acting as if his plan had succeeded.

“What the hell did you put in the wine?”. I asked him.

Lean shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not going to kill anyone, what are you so nervous about?”.

After staring at him for a few seconds, I decided I didn’t want to waste my time with him, so I walked away, I figured it wouldn’t be too late to leave and stop his plan from coming to fruition.

With a sinister smile, Lean dragged me back and blackmailed me. “You’re planning to rat me out, aren’t you, aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”

I didn’t think he would kill me just to keep my mouth shut. After all, I had been imprisoned before, and I was sure I’d rather not go back there again.

He laughed, as if he didn’t give a damn. “Look, I’ll be honest. I put something in two wine glasses, but the others are safe. By now, I think everyone has gotten a glass of their own. And whoever ends up drinking the wine I poured, I guess they’ll be the unlucky one.”

Ten minutes later, he decided to let me go. Unfortunately, it was too late to stop his plan. People were sitting around the campfire in groups of two or three, barbecuing and chatting. No one knew how many glasses of wine they had drunk.

“Eve, what took you so long? Give me the cumin,” Louise said.

I came back empty-handed. “I…I forgot to bring the cumin,” I stammered.

“You’re not menopausal yet – why is your memory deteriorating?” Louise joked.

“I’m going in to get it.” When I turned around, Louise stopped me.

“Don’t bother. Let’s ask one of the waiters to bring us some.”

Then, she talked to one of the waiters and asked him to bring us some cumin, I went back to where I was and sat down.

Then, I saw Lean come out. He was looking around, apparently waiting for something interesting to happen. There weren’t many people at the bonfire party, and most chose other activities such as playing cards or bathing in a hot spring.

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Some of the employees who came to the party stayed for a while and then left. So there were really only a few of us left at the bonfire party – Derek, Layne, Becky and I were sitting at this table.

Aaron, on the other hand, was sitting on a bench next to us.

Meanwhile, Lean was sitting in a chair away from us. Louise and Charlene were busy grilling some food. Personally, I thought Lean would stay here no problem, because he wasn’t chatting with any of us. But, surprisingly, he was just sitting there, cross-legged and relaxed. You could tell he was waiting for something to happen.

I wasn’t sure who had drunk the two glasses of wine he had downed. From the looks of it, only the wine in front of Derek had been left untouched.

“Don’t worry, my love. Like you always tell me, I’m not going to drink,” she said with a smile.

He probably realized he was looking at his glass. All this time, Becky was quietly sitting to the side with her head down as if he wasn’t there.

Suddenly, she raised her head and whispered, “Derek, I’m a little cold. I want to go back to my room.”

“But you haven’t eaten anything yet,” Derek said.

Becky looked at me and said, “Eveline, would you mind sending me some food later? I’m not feeling very well. I want to rest.”

Naturally, I had no choice but to agree to her request. After a while, Louise placed the grilled skewers on several plates and served them on the table.

“Don’t be picky, okay? I’m not a professional cook, so don’t judge me if they’re not delicious.” Layne was the first to try a bite.

After swallowing the food, he grimaced.

“That’s amazing, Louise. You’ve done a better job than the real cook.” Louise burst out laughing.

“You’re kidding me, right? That’s just flattery.”

“I’m not exaggerating. If you don’t believe me, let everyone try it,” Layne replied.

“If I become destitute in the future, I can sell barbecue for a living,” she declared proudly.

Hearing her say that, Layne joked, “If you get to a point in your life where you have to resort to selling barbecued skewers for a living, it’s my fault.”

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