NOVPUBChapter 983: 464 Broken promise_3 Chapter 983: 464 Broken promise_3 —
The clothes held no smell of long-standing mildew—only a faint scent of medicinal herbs intermingled with a touch of bitterness.
They were a bit tight, the hemline reaching only to the knees, but they could fend off the cold nonetheless.
Anton Cook felt the coarse fabric—it was somewhat stiff and cool, like the inexplicable wind in these mountains.
Against his body, cold and hot, ice and fire, a feeling as intense as if it could destroy everything in its path, swept over him.
He figured he must look quite pathetic at the moment, but it was the closest he had ever been to her.
Forget it.
Anton Cook closed his eyes, ridding his mind of these wild thoughts.
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Aubree Groove treated him with trust, so he couldn’t possibly offend or disrespect her.
Heavens no.
Aubree Groove roasted some potatoes and boiled a pot of warming soup.
Kelly Martinez swore that it was the most refuse-like meal she had ever eaten in her life, but she still relished every bite.
The potatoes were sweet and fragrant, tastier than the honeyed sweet potatoes sold in markets.
Kelly Martinez gobbled up seven or eight of them until she burped.
Then, she quickly took a sip of the warming soup.
Right then, Anton Cook walked in.
Kelly Martinez spewed out all the warm soup in her mouth.
She clutched her stomach and laughed until she could no longer stand up straight.
She scoured everywhere for her phone and photographed the scene—it was undoubtedly the darkest moment of Anton Cook’s life.
Madon Linggo and Peter Aria both blinked and looked at Kelly Martinez, then at Anton Cook.
How could the same clothes bring about such entirely different results?
Kelly Martinez had a petite silhouette.
Wearing Zi Clothes, she looked similar to Aubree Groove.
It was at this moment that Madon Linggo realized that this man looked a bit too effeminate.
Despite his masculine demeanor, he couldn’t hide the innate femininity in his bones.
However, on Anton Cook—who was large and muscular—the clothes were being stretched to their limit.
He looked somewhat ridiculous.
“Anton Cook, if your fans were to see you like this, would they instantly become your anti-fans?” Kelly Martinez waved her phone, a gleeful gloating sound in her voice.
Anton Cook cast her a glance then indifferently remarked, “As long as Mr.
Brian is happy.”
Oh wow, this guy is starting to be crafty.
A teachable youth indeed.
Aubree Groove picked up a few charred potatoes from the fire and put them in a bowl, setting it in front of him.
“There’s not much to eat in the mountains, just make do with it.”
As Anton Cook sat down on the stool, a chunk of his leg revealed itself.
The leg hairs were being curled up from the heat of fire, prompting Kelly Martinez to burst into laughter all over again.
Everyone gathered around the fire in a circle.
They chewed on tasty potatoes while conversing amidst the pattering sound of rain outside.
The atmosphere was warm and peaceful.
Kelly Martinez’s eyes roved around before landing on Peter Aria.
“It’s quite boring.
How about we play a game?”
Madon Linggo looked quite intrigued: “How do we play?”
Kelly Martinez turned her wrist around, revealing a sharp knife in her palm.
Using her palm as the spinning wheel and the knife as the pointer, the knife began to spin rapidly on her palm.
“Honesty and boldness are the most important qualities in a person.
The people here today are all leaders in their respective fields; that, of course, includes me.” Kelly Martinez didn’t forget to praise herself while at it.
“Today, I’m going to test those qualities of everyone here. 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Whoever the knife points to must choose between honesty or boldness.
But first, the rule—no lying.
Liars will be eternally poor and die alone.”
Anton Cook snorted, “Isn’t this just Truth or Dare?”– except narrated in fancy words.
“Of course not.
‘Truth or Dare’ is a clichéd game.
We are engaged in a challenge that tests qualities; and accepting this challenge makes one a warrior in their own life.”
Madon Linggo commended, “Well said.
I support this.”
Kelly Martinez turned to Peter Aria, “Dr.
Aria?”
Peter Aria nodded, “Sounds fun.
I’ll join.”
Kelly Martinez turned to Aubree Groove, “My dear Aubree Groove?”
Aubree Groove tore a piece of the sweet potato, and while eating, she nodded.
Last but not least, Kelly Martinez turned to Anton Cook, “Our pop-star?”
Anton Cook nodded with a straight face.
Kelly Martinez placed a finger on the knife, giving it a gentle nudge.
It started spinning rapidly in her palm.
The pointer finally stopped at Anton Cook.
Anton Cook was a bit speechless—he was sure Kelly Martinez was picking on him on purpose.
“I choose honesty.”
Kelly Martinez stroked her chin, “Let me think!the person you like most, who is it?”
Anton Cook’s gaze flitted to Aubree Groove before he quickly averted his eyes.
He pursed his lips and answered directly, “Aubree Groove.”
“I appreciate her kindness, her purity, and her sincerity.
She is the nicest girl I’ve ever seen in the world.
I have no reason not to like her.”
Kelly Martinez whistled appreciatively, “Good taste.”
Aubree Groove’s expression remained unchanged.
Peter Aria raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on Aubree Groove and Anton Cook.
His smile was profound and intriguing.
Madon Linggo exclaimed, “Ah, to be young.”
