Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 

I frowned and stared at the bottle pointed at me. As fate would have it, the person who got to ask the question was Ethan as he had been punished in the last round. 

I didn’t want to assume the worst about him, but given how he’d been picking on me lately, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he might try to make things difficult for me. 

When I was in love with him back then, even being teased by him felt like happiness, like he cared about me. But now, after waking up from that dream, it just felt like my brain had been clouded. 

However, he only asked a simple question which surprised me “What’s the last name of the person you like? 

If it had been anyone else, they might have answered easily. But I couldn’t. Even though my rational mind told me to distance myself from Ethan, the years of love and affection couldn’t just disappear in a few months. 

My silence made Ethan frown. 

Someone from the group chimed in, “Can’t you even answer such a simple question?” 

“Where’s that determination you had when chasing Ethan? Why so shy now?” 

Their comments made Leah, who had been smiling before, pursed her lips. She looked at me, her gaze filled with a mix of unwillingness and jealousy. 

When I met her gaze, Leah wrapped her arms around Ethan’s, as if trying to defuse the situation for me. “Oh, come on. Don’t give her a hard time. Doesn’t a girl deserve a little dignity?” 

“Or…” Leah’s eyes shifted as she added, “Maybe Eve’s crush isn’t someone we should be talking about.” 

Leah seemed eager to label me as someone’s girlfriend. If Ethan loved and cared for her so much, did she need to act like a frightened bird? 

“How much?” I asked while looking at Ethan and choosing to drink 

Upon hearing this, Ethan smirked. “Six bottles,” 

Six bottles of beer. I nodded, grabbed the opened beers without hesitation, and started drinking. 

My alcohol tolerance wasn’t great, nor was my stomach’s condition that night. By the time I finished the six bottles, my stomach was aching, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on my forehead. 

Seeing my pale face, Lyla quickly tried to stop me. “Eve, that’s enough! Stop drinking!” 

Her voice even took on a tearful tone as she pointed at Ethan and yelled, “Ethan, are you even a man? Do you want Eve to drink to death?” 

I wanted to tell my silly best friend that I was fine and that she didn’t need to worry, but all I could think about was finishing the drink. I was almost done anyway. 

I vaguely saw Ethan’s face darken, though I wasn’t sure if it was because of Lyla’s outburst. The crowd, which had been noisy just moments ago, gradually fell silent. 

“Stop drinking,” Ethan said and stepped forward to take the bottle from me. 

Idodged him “Aber’s a bet. I’m almost done.”