My Mirror Image

Chapter 0089

They were certainly engaged in a high-stakes game. Candice had suffered a four-digit loss in that round. Alex paid without even batting an eyelid.

Her luck was not improving, and she continued to lose in subsequent rounds.

Following one game, Sieg tossed his cards and remarked to Alex, “She’s losing intentionally, isn’t she?”

Candice, on a losing streak and feeling downcast, reminded them, “I did say I’m not good at this.”

Stan, who was watching the game unfold and emerging as the night’s biggest winner, commented, “She’s losing, but Mr. Elysian is covering her losses. Why are you so worked up?”

His words made sense, yet Candice could not shake off a feeling of discomfort, sensing an underlying

implication in his statement.

After a brief pause, she got up from her seat.

At that moment, Alex took a seat beside her and casually requested, “Hand me the cards.”

The card shuffler had already prepared the next deck.

Stan asked, “Mr. Elysian, are you taking over the game?”

Alex responded, “She’s not playing well.”

In the presence of Alex’s distinct scent, Candice lowered her gaze and silently picked up the cards. She could

easily identify his cold and unmistakable presence amid the myriad of other scents.

Temporarily sidetracked, she only snapped back to attention when Alex took the cards from her, his fingers lightly brushing hers.

Perceiving her distracted state, he looked up nonchalantly, yet his words were stern. “If you lose again, it will be deducted from your paycheck.”

Candice frowned, but her entire attention was on the game.

Whether it was Alex’s skill or something else, from the moment he joined, Candice stopped losing. Their outcomes were mostly draws, with occasional wins.

On the other hand, Seig ended up being the biggest loser after losing to all three. His face grew dark as the night progressed.

Sensing it was time to wrap up, Stan pushed the cards aside and called it a night.

Candice and Alex had come in their own car.

Sieg, needing a lift back to the hotel, decided to join them.

Candice had been drinking earlier; Alex became the designated driver because he was sober.

not in top form, Candice hesitated before getting into the back

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and turned

without a word, drove with

temples ached when the

sank into her seat. It began to shower outside halfway through the voyage, prompting them to

windows.

as soon as the window

was referring to her but chose to ignore him, but he refused to

said, “Thinking you were being

She remained silent.

scoffed. “And taking drinks for Stan too, acting like you’re

Alex’s phone began to

his neck to see the caller’s identity, then, with evident glee, nudged Candice’s shoulder

a cold

for Alex and Sonia, one might mistake Sonia

instructed Candice,

behind the wheel and could not

eyes and silently retrieved

then directed,

screen to

the phone down.

“Lex, where

looked out the window, her lips pressing

replied, “On my

in the wrong. I shouldn’t have lost my temper

and, while stopped at a traffic light,

to return,” Sonia said,

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gave a noncommittal

up

as he asked, “Did you and Sonia have a

was succinct.

apologizing if there wasn’t a fight between you two,”

in his seat and taking on the

part of a relationship, but you always reconcile in the

momentarily forgotten her

previous remark he made during a difficult phase between her and

woman. What trouble

argued, or

really yielded or pampered her. It was always she who eventually softened and