After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 207: Something Exciting

Roxanne Peyton figured that Austin Thorne was just a singer she liked.

She didn’t know him personally, and she didn’t really know what he was like.

She simply liked his songs and his talent, that’s all.

Besides, she’d recently heard some tabloid gossip about Austin Thorne.

Perhaps it’s true that brilliant men are often womanizers. The gossip columns claimed his private life was quite... colorful.

He went from one girlfriend to the next, with almost no time in between.

She didn’t like that kind of fickle man; it felt like he treated relationships too casually.

’Maybe all the men and women in the entertainment industry are like that,’

’their attitude toward relationships is so different from that of ordinary people.’

She had also heard that the entertainment industry was a mess, glamorous on the surface

but full of backroom deals she couldn’t even comprehend.

’And Silas Rowan?’

’He was real, right here in front of her.’

After spending time with him, she’d gotten to know him a little. He wasn’t just handsome; he had a great presence and good character...

Compared to some of the other scions from his circle of wealthy, powerful families, his character was completely different.

’At least his private life is clean. He isn’t promiscuous,’

’He isn’t like other rich kids, spending all his time chasing skirts for fun.’

’Some of them are even involved with multiple women at once, treating them like toys or changing them out like clothes.’

’When you put it like that, there was really no comparison between Austin Thorne and Silas Rowan.’

If she really had to choose one of them to be her husband, she would definitely choose him. "I choose Silas Rowan."

The moment the words left her lips, the hand Silas Rowan was holding his glass with froze, his knuckles tightening slightly.

’It was just a casual answer to a game.’

’But hearing his name come so clearly from her lips...’

His heart still gave a fierce, involuntary squeeze.

It was as if something had gently clutched it, followed by an indescribable flutter.

Even his breathing grew subconsciously lighter.

He didn’t even notice that his lips had unconsciously curled into a faint smile.

A soft smile genuinely graced his lips.

Under the warm yellow light, it washed away his usual aloofness and cold exterior.

After hearing the answer, Claire Mercer and Stella Thorne exchanged a knowing smile.

She leaned close to Adrian Sutton’s ear and whispered conspiratorially.

"I think there’s something going on with Silas and Roxanne. What do you think?"

She then glanced up at Adrian Sutton.

Her eyes darted back and forth between Roxanne Peyton and Silas Rowan,

a mischievous, spectating glint in her eyes.

Adrian Sutton, however, was in no mood to care about the progress between Silas Rowan and Roxanne Peyton.

His mind was entirely consumed with figuring out how to get closer to Claire Mercer.

He didn’t have the spare energy to worry about Silas’s love life.

When she had leaned in just now, her arm had inadvertently brushed against his.

That fleeting touch of skin on skin made his heart stir.

He wasn’t sure if it was the sweltering weather, but his blood began to simmer, and a restless heat spread through him.

She was now completely focused on matchmaking Roxanne Peyton and Silas Rowan.

Her entire attention was on someone else, which made a secret pang of bitterness rise within him.

But then, on second thought...

’The fact that Claire is willing to ask me about this, to share these trivial observations with me...’

’...is a sign that our relationship is getting closer.’

At that, the bitterness in Adrian Sutton’s heart was quietly soothed away, replaced by an imperceptible trace of sweetness.

He glanced at Roxanne Peyton and Silas Rowan, a small smile playing on his lips.

He went along with Claire Mercer’s line of thought and replied, "Yeah, I think something’s up with Silas."

That game question just now—choosing between Silas Rowan and Austin Thorne—seemed like just a friendly joke.

But the way Roxanne Peyton looked when her final answer pointed to Silas, her sparkling eyes filled with conviction...

That gesture had already sent Silas’s heart racing.

Adrian Sutton could see it clearly: beneath Silas’s seemingly calm exterior hid an irrepressible flutter of emotion.

The tenderness that surfaced in his eyes when he looked at Roxanne Peyton, and the unconscious curl of his lips, didn’t fool him.

Claire Mercer smiled and nodded. "I saw it too. Has he ever been like this with a girl before...?"

Adrian Sutton said, "He’s never really had any girls around him."

"Among the prominent families on good terms with the Rowan and Sutton Families, there are a few girls around our age who like him."

"But Silas wouldn’t even give them the time of day, let alone sit together like this, drinking, having a late-night snack, and playing drinking games."

"He really is the aloof type," Claire Mercer remarked with a sigh.

She picked up a skewer of sizzling meat and ate it with relish.

After Roxanne Peyton’s "truth" was over, the game continued.

Just then, Claire Mercer made a suggestion. "Just playing ’truth’ is getting kind of boring."

"How about from now on, whoever draws the King has to do a dare by default? What do you think?"

"So ’truth’ isn’t exciting enough for you, huh?" Roxanne Peyton asked, a small smile on her flushed cheeks.

"Fine, let’s default to dares. Time to spice things up."

"It’s all up to luck anyway. Do you three have any objections?"

The other three shook their heads.

Adrian Sutton was actually dying for it to be a dare.

’If I draw the King, maybe I can use the opportunity to... with Claire...’

But to his frustration, he could never seem to draw the King.

After another round of rock-paper-scissors, Adrian Sutton won and drew a card.

He looked at it, and his face immediately fell.

’Why does the King card have it out for me?’

The one who wanted to draw the King couldn’t get it, while Stella Thorne, who didn’t want it, drew it again.

She looked like she was about to cry, her full, rosy lips jutting out in a high pout.

Roxanne Peyton, in high spirits and a little tipsy, was as energetic as a little monkey.

"Drink up first, then we’ll decide on the punishment."

Stella Thorne gamely picked up her glass and slowly finished the drink.

After downing the cold beer, she let out a slightly unladylike burp.

While Stella was drinking, Roxanne Peyton’s eyes darted around.

Her bright eyes scanned the area, observing the people passing by.

Suddenly, she spotted a young, wholesome-looking guy sitting at the next table.

Roxanne Peyton turned to Claire Mercer with a grin.

"How about we make Stella go ask that guy for his WeChat?"

After saying this, she gave Claire Mercer a playful wink.

Hearing this, Stella Thorne turned to look at the guy at the next table.

Her first impression was that he looked clean-cut, bright, and full of youthful energy.

But the thought of walking up to a guy and asking for his WeChat...

Stella Thorne grumbled, "Roxanne, you’re ruthless."

"You’re just getting his WeChat, what’s there to be shy about?"

"Be glad I didn’t make you get the WeChat from that guy at the other table."

With that, Roxanne Peyton jutted her chin toward another table.

Stella Thorne and Claire Mercer looked over. Yikes...

"Thanks for going easy on me."

With that, Stella Thorne smoothed out her clothes and stood up, walking toward the guy.

She flashed her signature smile. "Hey, would you mind if I got your WeChat?"