Triplets’ Mighty Mom

Chapter 156

Chapter 156 A Lucky Streak That was what Silas had always wanted to know, but their relationship had never been more than just friends. To him, she was like a boat aimlessly traveling on the sea. Desperate, he couldn’t wait to get close to her, but since she wasn’t making her move, he decided to pick up his pace. Soon, Camila let out a sigh as she set her eyes on somewhere far away, seemingly looking back on her past. After a while, she said, “Alas! I had a tough time when I first got there. I was unfamiliar with the place and worse, I even ran into a bunch of thugs who surrounded and tried to mess with me. At that time, I was pregnant for two months, so can you imagine how scared I was? | was defenseless and vulnerable against these people, but as I thought fate had caught up with me, a senior of mine came to my rescue. Besides that, when I was diagnosed with signs of possible preterm labor, he was the one who helped me deliver my child safely. So, South and I are actually in his debt. Subsequently, he offered us a place to stay at his clinic. After I became my master’s disciple, our life was finally stable from that point onward. In fact, my senior was the one who had taken care of me and taught me everything I needed to know, especially when my master was away in the following year. Sometimes, I didn’t even get to see him for months.”

Upon hearing Camila’s story, Silas finally understood why Camila and her son always mentioned her senior. No wonder they always talk about him. I didn’t know he’s so important to them. “So, your hard work has finally paid off now, I guess.” “Well, at least I no longer have to put up with anyone else who gets on my nerves,” Camila said with a smile while Silas only silently pondered. Well, she is technically right because she doesn’t care if I’m not happy with her anyway. “Here. A toast to your hard work!” “That’s worth a toast. You did well, Camila,” Camila laughed and said. Yeah, you did well, Camila, Silas thought to himself. As they continued to drink, the red wine bottle was soon getting low. At the same time, Silas began to feel more excited the more he drank. “How about we play a little game?” “What game?” Camila tilted her head and gazed at the man. “Do you have some dice at home?” Camila was happy when she heard that suggestion because a game would at least spare her the awkward moment. “Are we going to play a game with a dice? I got it. Just give me a moment!” Not long after, she returned with four dices and a dice cup. “HereMaterial © NôvelDrama.Org.

you go. So, how are we going to play this game?” At that moment, Silas had already prepared three glasses of wine and placed one in the center of the table while the other two were put on each side in front of them. Then, he looked at her and explained, “We’re going to see which of us gets a bigger number after rolling the dice. If you don’t think you stand a winning chance, you could finish the wine and roll the dice again, but if you think you do, we’ll reveal the dice right away. The loser will have to finish all three glasses of wine. Otherwise, he or she could choose to reveal a secret instead as an alternative to drinking.” Meanwhile, Camila looked at Silas, thinking that the game seemed like a good way to kill time, so she agreed to go along. In fact, she wasn’t even scared of drinking and playing games. In the first round, her dice revealed seven pips, but when she shifted her eyes to Silas, she noticed his complacent look, believing that her number was smaller than his. Therefore, she chose to finish her own wine before continuing. In the next round, Camila’s dice showed four pips, feeling irritated because the number only got smaller and smaller with each time she tried. Soon, Silas looked at her calmly and asked with a smile. “Are we going to reveal them now?” Camila asked herself, What else can I do? “Reveal the dice!” However, it turned out that Silas’s dice were at five, which was just slightly more than Camila’s number. Therefore, Camila’s eyes fell upon Silas, carefully contemplating his motive. I may be a heavyweight, but I’d get drunk drinking at this rate. While Silas thought he’d lose this time, Camila got a result with a smaller number than he did. As the game continued, both of them became obsessed with the game in which Camila lost every time. In fact, the red wine on the table was all finished by her. In the subsequent round, Silas’s dice showed eleven pips. As he thought he’d finally lose, he was once again surprised by his own lucky winning streak. Although it seemed that fate would be on his side again this time, he decisively finished the glass of red wine that was placed before him.