His question unnerved Molly, who glared at him with a little anger before looking at something else. Affectionately, he whispered in her ear as he glanced at the man sitting near the edge of the wheel. He quipped, "Don't worry. The good play is coming soon."
A tingle spread over her neck as she felt Brian's hot breath. She frowned at the discomfort. At the same time, his words baffled her.
There was no more time to figure out his puzzling words as the next controlling player took his position. Molly was taken aback as Brian should have the mood to kiss her on her cheek at this moment. After the kiss, he tossed chips on numbers without even looking at the spinning wheel. When the wheel stopped spinning, and the balls fell on the numbered slots, he lost his bet. Spectators began to speculate about Brian and guessed he was a very rich man. He was either extremely wealthy that losing meant nothing, or he was losing it for the pretty girl beside him.
"Be serious if you're going to play!" Molly admonished him. She pushed Brian slightly out of embarrassment due to the earlier kiss in public. Realizing what she did, she felt a blush crept into her cheeks and cast him a furtive glance.
Molly's flustered look, like a girl just in love, made Brian smile and admit to himself that he found this expression quite attractive. Following her advice, he adjusted his position and sat up. Different from the intimate look he just gave Molly, he now wore an aloof expression as if to scare people away.
After a few more rounds, the last man took his turn as the controlling player. This player was in his twenties and sat nearest to the wheel. There was a slightly evil smile on his lips, which the crowd found difficult to ignore. He always looked down. On closer look, a scar on the right corner of his eye was visible. Otherwise, the flaw was hardly noticeable.
He had won four consecutive times before. If he won again in this round, then he could choose one person to bet one-for-one against him. What made this play exciting and tempting was the fact that it was the controlling player who decided how much pot they would be playing for, or he could bet whatever he wanted without any objections from other players.
Everyone stared at the young man as the dealer handed him the steel balls. It was the last play of the day. If the controlling player didn't win five consecutive times, they would have to wait another day for a showdown. Every player seated at the table had his agenda, and each hoped to win five times in a row. But this success rate was quite rare; thus, the excitement in the crowd was palpable.
The man put the three balls in his hand and got ready to play. He threw Brian a glance and kept staring at Molly, completely disregarding what everyone in the room was thinking.
The eyes fixed on Molly irritated Brian, who suddenly frowned to show his displeasure over the guy's behavior. Then Brian glared at him with sharp eyes. But the threatening scowl had no effect on the man who continued staring at Molly.
Sensing this, Molly frowned and clamped her lips together into a slight pout. Then she turned her attention on Brian. What she saw in his eyes shocked her. Brian was so furious that his eyes looked ready to kill the man. She, more than anyone, understood that kind of dangerous irritation so she quickly held his hand and whispered his name softly.
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