Holding a glass from the table, Vera Wave cheerfully extended it towards Kris Cooper. "Honey, this toast is for you! I was in the wrong today. I hope you can be magnanimous and forgive ... Can you let this go, please?"
Kris Cooper looked at her from across the table. His gaze swept over her dress, and he frowned slightly. She was chastising him about spending money just a while ago. Considering it would be a long ti until her next payday, she must be running low on cash.
"After dinner, play cards with ."
Was he finally willing to acknowledge her?
Vera’s smile grew even brighter.
"As long as you’re not mad at , honey, we can play anything you want."
Kris Cooper picked up his glass and gently clinked it against hers.
"Happy Birthday."
"Thank you, honey."
Seeing him finally relax a bit, Vera heaved a sigh of relief, took a sip of her drink, and began to eat without any pretense.
The steak was cooked dium-well, just how she liked it, and it tasted perfect. She didn’t hesitate to show her appreciation.
"Mmm... Delicious."
A glint of amusent flashed in Kris Cooper’s eyes. He had learned to cook steak just for her. It had been years since he last did it, and he had been worried she wouldn’t like it. Seeing her devour it with such joy made him feel relieved.
"You’re amazing, honey. You can even cook such difficult dishes... I bet you’re skilled in Ebba food, Western food, and Italian food, aren’t you?"
You cheeky girl, why did you have to bring that up!
Kris Cooper raised an eyebrow.
"Eat your food!"
He had only learned to cook steak and salad for her; he didn’t know how to cook anything else.
Vera had no idea she had just stepped on his toes. She stuck out her tongue playfully and went back to her steak.
After she finished her steak, she glanced at Kris Cooper, who had also finished his al. She got up, took her plate over, and picked up his as well.
"Let’s divide the chores; I’ll do the dishes."
Kris Cooper got up. "No need for that, just leave them there. Let’s play cards. Bring your wallet over."
"Are we going to gamble?" Vera frowned.
"Do you have any objections?"
"No, not at all."
She dared not voice any objections. She swiftly gathered the empty plates, placed them in the sink, and then rushed to the backyard to fetch her wallet.
By the ti she returned, Kris Cooper had already laid out the deck of cards on the coffee table. She walked over and sat opposite him.
"Each round is for USD 1,000, and the ga is high card," Kris Cooper explained the rules and dealt her a card.
"But..." Vera clutched her wallet. "I don’t have that much money."
After buying the dress, she only had a few hundred dollars left in cash.
Kris Cooper reached over, took her wallet, and glanced at it.
"Then each round will be USD 500."
USD 500 per round?
Vera looked at the single 500-dollar bill in her wallet. "Honey, can we bet less?"
"No." Kris Cooper looked at her distressed expression. "You can repay the debt in other ways—a quick peck on the cheek will be USD 100, a kiss USD 1,000, taking off an item of clothing USD 2,000, and for sleeping with ..."
He was always up to no good, just trying to take advantage of her, wasn’t he?
"Stop!" Vera’s face turned red. "Who said I will definitely lose? Deal the cards!"
As Kris Cooper started dealing, Vera picked up her hand.
Oh God, Bodhisattva, Allah... all the gods, please don’t let lose!
She slowly fanned out the three cards in her hand.
Co place your bets! Vera’s odds stand at 5:1, Kris Cooper’s at 8:1!
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