Nothing Matters, except YOU & Me novel Chapter 648

In Singapore, the gentle breeze that brushed by in the night gave Heather a strange feeling. She was, after all, in the streets of a foreign country, so it would only be natural for her to miss Bradfort City, especially the people there. All of a sudden, Matthias’ face popped up in her head.

She shrugged away the messy thoughts in her head, then cast a glance at the hustle and bustle not far away. After a fleeting hesitation, she decided to head in. It was a European-styled building and from its exterior, it looked nothing like a casino at all. This was a casino in Singapore that was operated by Genting Corporation from Malaysia.

Gambling was legal here. Heather wanted to experience the exhilaration that was induced right before one won or lost a game, which she found a rather effective way to destress.

When she entered the building, the greeter at the entrance couldn’t help but cast a few more glances at her—it seemed like nobody could ignore her beauty no matter where she was. Her reflection appeared on the glass and she glanced at herself. She was still as stunning as always but inwardly, she felt hollow.

A hint of depression slowly crept to her brows but she entered the building without hesitation. It was buzzing in the casino and everything in front of her was dazzling. After a brief survey of the surroundings, she chose the simplest game—Sic Bo.

Upon seeing the two sections—Big Bet and Small Bet—on the table, she unhesitatingly placed her chips at the Big Bet section. She did not mind about winning or losing as she merely wanted to relax her mind.

After making Big Bets for a few rounds, she kept losing money but she remained impassive and looked unconcerned, which puzzled the dealer. As the game went on, she continued to make Big Bets with different amounts of chips every round. Even the people around her were flustered on her behalf, yet she remained indifferent, as if nothing absurd was happening.

To Heather, winning or losing when gambling depended on whether one won or lost money in the end. In other words, the money she lost now did not matter, as she believed that she would eventually win everything back.

A lot of gamblers had faith that they could make a huge win and turn the tables if they persisted, but they often ended up losing their entire wealth. Nevertheless, Heather was different from them.

Gamblers went to the casino for money but she was there for relaxation. Although she wanted to win, she was very well aware of the possibility of losing as well. Tonight, she had exchanged a whole bunch of chips, and if she was unable to win her money back before she lost everything, she could just consider the money that she had lost were spent on entertainment since she only lost a limited sum.

To Heather, playing Sic Bo was no different from playing a claw machine. If other gamblers knew her real thoughts, they might think that she was out of her mind.

“Are you still betting on Big Bet?” the dealer asked as he couldn’t bear to watch any longer. Anyhow, it was rather strange that the dice sum happened to be small multiple times consecutively today, as if God was deliberately playing tricks on the guest before him tonight.

“Yes, all in.” Heather smiled at the dealer and calmly placed all her chips at the Big Bet section.

The people around her were instantly excited and many of them bet on Small Bet, leaving Heather the only one who bet on Big Bet. A scene like this was extremely rare, so even the dealer was nervous. He looked into Heather’s eyes, only to see her confidence in them.

This was just how Heather was—always shining as bright as a star and forever brimming with confidence. Even when everyone thought that she would lose for sure, she still stood her ground.

Everyone’s heart was in their mouth. The results were about to be revealed and only Heather remained indifferent. Everyone watched as the dice sum was revealed to be small. In the end, they all sighed with relief. Heather had lost and she was the only one who did so.

The corner of her lips curved upward into a smile—it was one that indicated that she had found her release. I actually lost this time. Even Heather was shocked herself; she had always been confident about her luck but it seemed like luck was not on her side this time.

As she had lost all her chips, she turned away unhesitatingly. Although she had only played one game, she felt much relaxed now. Sometimes, experiencing some excitement could make one feel much relieved, which explained why she was in a great mood now.

Heather might be the only person who was still happy after losing so much money. At that moment, welling inside her was some sort of confidence that she would be able to recover her wealth even if she were to spend it all. Her spirit was soaring high and it would be even better if she had someone to drink with her right now.

With such thoughts in mind, she intended to do so by going to the bar to drink a few glasses of strong alcohol. And so, she hailed a taxi outside. As soon as she boarded it, she said to the driver, “Take me to the buzziest bar.”

There were no communication barriers between them as English was quite commonly spoken in Singapore. The driver understood her and replied in a less fluent English, “Okay, it will take… 30 minutes.”

Heather opened the car window to look at the neon lights outside as the vehicle drove past the buzzy and lively area. She loved the hustle and bustle because all of that represented business opportunities, and she loved large cities because she could make the most of her abilities here. She had a good impression of Singapore so she considered investing in this country; she had even decided on what to invest in.

Her brain kept working non-stop, which was actually a feeling that she liked. If she stopped using her brain, those annoying matters would come flooding back to her mind, so she might as well find something to do. While she was considering the feasibility of the investment projects, the vehicle stopped in front of a bar so she alighted from it.

Heather looked stunning dressed in all white. That being said, her poker face was cold and aloof, effectively deterring anyone from striking a conversation with her. Her cold temperament, which seemed out of place in this lively atmosphere of the bar, made her stand out.

She went to the counter and said to the bartender, “Give me a bottle of vodka with 96% alcohol.” She had ordered a base alcohol as she preferred mixing her own alcohol; she wasn’t convinced by the bartender’s skill.

The bartender looked at her, puzzled. Although he understood English, he was baffled when a woman suddenly ordered a bottle of vodka as soon as she arrived.