The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Chapter 222

Christopher’s question instantly killed the mood.

Xavier couldn’t resist letting out a sigh. “I admire you two for even wanting to talk about whether you love someone. I’ve never faced this kind of issue. I don’t love women enough to give up my freedom. However, if I lose that darned case, I’ll have no freedom to speak of!”

After saying that, he downed his glass and clapped his hands. “Alright, alright. We need to stop moping around. Why don’t we play

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“Like what?” Christopher perked up.

“Let’s play a drinking game. Whoever loses will have to accept whatever punishment we impose. What do you think?”

“Boring.” Stefan said indifferently. Clearly, he wasn’t interested.

However, something suddenly occurred to him. “Is it a counting game?” Stefan asked.

“Sure. I can play any drinking game.” Xavier shrugged.

“In that case, let’s play that.” Stefan suddenly seemed eager to play. Truthfully, he couldn’t accept that he had lost to Renee every time they played. He wanted to use this opportunity to find out whether he was really bad at it, or if that woman was just too good at it.

The three of them began playing the game.

Stefan was a workaholic and rarely came out to play, so unsurprisingly, he was the worst at the game, and Christopher and Xavier easily

beat him.

Stefan kept his word and waited for their punishment.

“I’ll go first!” Xavier exclaimed. “Stefan, I want you to call your wife right now, and talk to her for at least ten minutes.”

“Nope.” Stefan instantly refused.

However, Xavier wouldn’t take no for an answer. “It’s only a phone call. You’re a coward if you can’t even do this much!”

Feeling triggered, Stefan took his phone out and dialed Renee’s number. After a while, he realized Renee had actually blocked his number – his call couldn’t even go through.

“Hahaha!” Xavier and Christopher burst into laughter. This was what they wanted to see.

“Alright. My turn.” Christopher finally managed to stop laughing. “Stefan, don’t worry. I’ll make this one easy…”

He looked at the bar’s entrance. “Ask the second person who walks in to dance with you. What do you say?”

Stefan raised his brows. “That’s easy.”

All he had to do was dance with a stranger. He believed any man or woman would accept his request.

The first person who walked in was a handsome guy.

After that, a beautiful woman in a white dress slowly walked in