"What's there to not have the heart for? Moreover, judging by Stella's temperament, she'll definitely cry, her weeping filled with a grace that makes her look like a fragile flower. Tsk tsk tsk, you guys don't know, how beautiful she looks like that, especially in bed."
The group sighed in disbelief, unable to believe that Zane would so openly share our intimate matters with them.
I only felt that chill instantly spread to my four limbs, freezing me into a shiver.
I didn't wait for him to finish speaking; I smiled and pushed the door open, instantly dropping the atmosphere in the private room to freezing point.
I picked up a glass of wine and obediently sat down beside Zane.
"What are you talking about? You all seem so happy."
Seeing my confused expression, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
They all raised their glasses to toast me, and I accepted them all.
I drank glass after glass, anxiously waiting for Zane to mention the bet he had talked about.
I don't know how long it had been when the door was pushed open again.
I slightly raised my gaze to see who had entered—it was Yale Smith.
Only then did I realize what it meant to be seen as a rare gem, a prince unlike any other.