As soon as I pushed open the door of the private room, I heard bursts of laughter from inside.
Orlando laughed while slapping his thighs, "I told you she would come, right? Look, isn't she cheap like a licking dog?"
"Come on, come on, the loser has to drink three glasses as punishment."
Camile laughed in satisfaction, staggering between Oliver and Orlando.
"I told you this bet was fun, you guys see her shoes are on the wrong feet. It's so embarrassing!"
At the moment, I looked down and realized that I had put my shoes on the wrong feet. When I heard his scream, I was so panicked that I did not care about any grudges in my haste.
Looking at their unscrupulous manner of making fun of me, my heart was filled with coldness.
So this was the feeling of being truly betrayed. It hurt so much!
My face darkened. I walked over to him and splashed the wine on his face.
"Why, is it fun to deceive others? Do you feel so proud of playing with others' sincerity?"
The whole room fell silent and Camile aggrievedly took a tissue to wipe the alcohol on Orlando's face.
"Hermione, don't blame him. He just wants to prove to me that you are ...."