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Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 981

"Double hit?" Ximena uttered the buzz word. She didn't even know what it meant. It seemed that Molly had not fully understood it either.

Aaron nodded and then gave her a hint indicating that she could begin. Therefore, she didn't ask anymore.

A clever person always knew what could be asked and what shouldn't be asked.

Ximena played several games and lost them all, disastrously. In the blink of an eye, the previously high-piled chips were almost all gone. Now only one layer of chips was left on the gambling table in front of her.

"I don't want to play anymore." Ximena shrugged and muttered, "It sucks." While saying that, she stood up and turned around to leave the gambling table. However, as she did, she caught sight of a familiar person, and her demeanor had changed.

Aaron immediately sensed that something was wrong, and he followed her gaze. However, all that he saw was several people crying out vexed around a slot machine. Very soon, one or two rude and impolite people among the group began to beat and kick the machine.

"I'm going to the ladies' room," Ximena said, walking towards the washroom that was indicated by arrows. In contrast to the hall of the casino, the passage to the washroom was much quieter.

Ximena looked around and found that there were only a few hand basins in addition to a men's room and a ladies' room there. She stood awkwardly by the door of the ladies' room. Perhaps it was strange that she just stood there doing nothing that everybody going into and out of the washroom glanced at her in confusion. However, they continued about their own business without paying too much attention to her.

Ximena waited until the ladies' room was empty and then she entered. As soon as she walked in, she scanned the room in search of somebody, and finally, her gaze fell on the person in front of the big mirror. A woman who was dressed in a blue cleaning uniform, and had a pair of pink rubber gloves on her hands was wiping water stains from the hand basins with a cloth.

She was so absorbed in her work that she hadn't noticed Ximena in the room with her quietly observing her from a corner. Finally, Ximena walked over to her, and at the same time, the woman turned around and almost ran into her.

The woman gasped in shock. When she raised her eyes and saw the woman before her, she couldn't help but feel surprised. "It's you!" she cried out.

Ximena nodded slightly and smiled. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Well," the woman said with a smile while looking down at her hands in the rubber gloves. "I have a part-time job here. I live alone, and I don't have anything else to do when I finish my job as a nanny, so I work as a cleaner here in the evenings."

Ximena looked at her face and seeing how withered the woman looked. She felt somewhat uncomfortable. If this woman really was her mother's younger sister, her aunt, then she couldn't bear letting her live such a lonely and wretched life while Ximena was living so comfortably.

"Freya!" a man's voice called from outside of the ladies' room. "There's no one in the men's room at the moment. Come and clean it."

"Yes, sir!" the woman answered back. Then she turned to Ximena and said, "I need to continue working."

Freya quickly gathered the cleaning tools and strode out of the ladies' room. Ximena followed her out and stood for a moment watching as the woman entered the men's room. Meanwhile, a middle-aged man dressed in the casino's uniform stood by the men's room door. Ximena then turned around and left. With the feeling of confusion and mixed emotions, she walked back to the hall.

"Miss Mo," Ken said, approaching her. "His Highness has left because of some emergency. Would you like to stay here for a while longer and wait for him or go back to the manor?"

"Let's go back," Ximena answered. She wasn't interested in gambling at all, and she had already grown accustomed to Aaron's sudden disappearance because of emergencies.

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