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.

up his thumb and index fingers in the shape of a pistol and murmured a 'bang' to himself. As he blew the 'smoking barrel' of his pretend pistol like an old-school cowboy, one corner of

enter the casino. They made their way to a row of stairs at the side.

Molly asked out

replied Brian 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

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

one is Chester, who has gone astray. Chester is no less talented than Hanson,

and she paid no attention to his words

eyes deepened, which resembled a still pond in the dark night; yet, there seemed to be a mysterious

asked Molly. A hint of sadness flashed through her clear eyes as she continued, "He's one of the most

about me?" asked Brian with an arched eyebrow.

stare at Brian's resolute, marble-like face. She said, "Yes, I'm worried about you. You're such 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 of a loss to

at her words, Brian shook her hands off him and said coldly, "This isn't a matter of having to accompany a 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 across each other in this world." With a heavy snort, he fixed his deep gaze on her, "Nobody would be willing to become another person's gambling stake without their knowledge. Aside from that, you're especially resistant to these things because they remind you of the past when you had to stay with me unwillingly.