In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

"I'll just take a look. I won't participate."

The women played with high stakes. Grace sat on the right, seemingly focused on the game. But in reality, she wasn't paying attention at all.

Before the round ended, the door opened. Matthew led the way in and asked Esme, "Have you won yet?"

Esme scoffed. "You're asking too soon. The outcome isn't clear yet." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Grace froze and stared at Benjamin behind him, whose eyes were also fixed on her.

The lady sitting on the left also noticed him and asked, "Aren't you Mr. Hawkins? You're so young and promising, yet you're willing to watch us women play cards. You must find it amusing." Benjamin undid his coat and placed it aside, standing next to Grace.

"I don't find your game amusing. Clearly, you're skilled."

The lady was delighted. Anyone would willingly accept praise from an attractive man.

Grace pursed her lips and said, "Since Mr. Hawkins is interested in the game, maybe I should give up my seat. I feel a bit-"

Before she could finish, Benjamin's hand landed on her shoulder, pressing down.

"I'm just watching."

at him fiercely, annoyed by his presence. She didn't even want to play. He

Hawkins. You seem quite free today. It's

fearing she might draw unwanted

Lewis, you seem very nervous. Mrs. Thorne is asking about me. What are you

all eyes at the

just a little cold because I'm sitting near the

from Grace's hand. "You forgot to make your

Everyone turned silent.

ambiguous, and Grace

her as the resilient Ms. Lewis

suggestive words and actions, everyone was

the pot. "Mr. Hawkins, who

crowd egged them

to leave, but it was inappropriate to just walk out under everyone's

her discomfort, Benjamin didn't press further. "Mrs. Thorne, you're mistaken. If anything, me and Ms. Lewis are just

didn't

her last card. "I've won. I'm a bit tired. Sorry,

at this moment, she didn't want any