Love Began with the First Meeting

It is an acid test for a woman to ask the man she loves for pocket money casually.

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The gamble finally ended after Hanson had left. The square-faced man who had been indifferent to Brian earlier was now flattering him shamelessly, "Hey, buddy! I didn't know that you have such great hidden talent."

Sparing him an indifferent glance, Brian snapped his finger at a waiter. The waiter came up to him and asked respectfully, "How can I help you, sir?"

"Cash in these chips for me," said Brian in a calm voice.

After bowing slightly, the waiter collected the chips from him and rushed to the cashier. Brian didn't pay any attention to the square-faced man. Rubbing his hands awkwardly, the man then turned to his acquaintances and talked to them to defuse his embarrassment.

"Let's go," Brian said, taking Molly's hand after the waiter returned with the check and they left the casino together.

walked to the exit, a man sitting at the far corner of the casino looked at Brian with a strange joy. He held up his thumb and index fingers in the shape of a pistol and murmured a 'bang' to himself. As he blew the

they had used to enter the casino. They made their way to a row of stairs at the side. It led to the beach which they had

this Hanson?" Molly

as he glanced at Molly, and he smiled when he saw the astonishment on Molly's face. He continued plainly, "He is said to have been adopted by the God of Gamblers from

for gambling, right?" Molly interrupted, showing no interest in

Gamblers. The other one is Chester, who has gone astray. Chester is no less talented than Hanson, but he prefers relying on his cheating techniques. It's said that nobody can see through his

Hanson if he is so talented?" Molly's mind was stuck on Hanson, and she paid no attention to his words about Chester, "What if you had lost to him? Would you really

stared at Molly. The look in his eyes deepened, which resembled a still pond in the dark night; yet, there seemed to be a mysterious spark gleaming

continued, "He's one of the most

you concerned about me?" asked Brian with an arched

an aloof man. If your actions were ever to be controlled by anyone else, you would feel as good as dead, wouldn't you?" Tears brimmed in her eyes, and they reflected the charming light of the neon lamps. She put on a mocking smile, "And as for me, it wouldn't have been much

stranger, is it? You just hate being regarded as a stake in a gamble," he sneered and continued, "If Steven hadn't owed David that huge debt and sent you to the Sophia Hotel as his gambling stake, would you ever have had the opportunity of getting into my bed? And if that hadn't happened, we would never have come