Zephyr asked Neil to stay with him. Neil pretended to be shy but instantly brought his bags and moved into the villa.
The two men were sitting on the carpet, drinking, while Cordelia was on the couch listening to prenatal music.
It was Tchaikovsky’s symphony that was playing on the vinyl player. The grand music was elegant and lively.
However, Neil was frowning. He was thinking about the square.
The nomads did not have proper musical instruments. They could not play symphonies.
However, the tambourine and guitar turned the big square into a party. It was eye-opening.
He wondered what the girl would look like when she danced in a dress.
Her voice was like a nightingale—she could definitely sing well.
Then men would surround her…
Neil felt a squeeze in his heart. He pinched the wine glass until his joints paled.
“What are you doing?” Zephyr reminded him. “It’s your turn to play!”
Neil saw his mocking smile when he snapped back to his senses. He did not have to play, and he was losing.
“I’m not playing anymore!” He tossed the cards like a sore loser.
Zephyr chuckled and locked eyes with Cordelia.
They knew he was thinking about someone.
“Go check on her if you can’t let go!” Cordelia smiled. “You have legs. Nobody is tying you up here. Why don’t you go?”
“Cousin, are you chasing me away?” Neil peeped at her and then looked at Zephyr. “Are you not controlling your wife!?”
However, Zephyr went to sit next to her directly and nodded in all seriousness. “My wife is right!”
“You…” He could not stay to watch them.
He was mad. “You’re a loser, Zephyr!”
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