When Mark suddenly spoke, her hand reflexively clicked on the 'hit' button and got the king, which meant she burst.
She turned around and glared at him. "Look what you did to me! Don't suddenly speak behind me!"
He should not have told her this and that while she was focusing on the game.
Mark smirked. He took the tie off his burgundy shirt and sunk into the settee. "It is just a card game. Why d o you have to get so serious?”
She finally paid attention to him-not because of the cosmetics, but the goddamn card game.
"Isn’t it just a card game? Do you know how difficult it is to achieve a total of twenty-one? You should not have disturbed me while I am focused on it!"
She was still fit to be tied. She had played ten games and lost nine. When she thought she could make it all back in this game, he screwed it up for her. She lost almost all her tokens.
"Wasn't the mouse in your hand? I was just cheering for you. It was you who hit that damn button."
She glared at him. 'Cheering? How ridiculous!’
"Have you ever played card games? Do you know how t o play Blackjack?"
Mark squinted and smirked at her, then looked at the screen. "It is a fresh round, Mrs. Valentine."
She quickly looked back at the screen.
This time, she finally got lucky-a Blackjack, which meant she won immediately and got herself 5,000 tokens back.
"You have taken a shower? Luck isn't on my side today."
He casually glanced at her and went into the bathroom before she could say anything.
Summer closed the notebook lid and said snappishly," What else do you know, Mr. President? You don’t even know how to play Blackjack."
Mark could clearly hear from inside the bathroom what she said. He scratched his chin with his lips tuning up, looking sexy.
He wondered where she learned that logic-who the hell said a company president had to master Blackjack?
At least, she got angry now after days of giving him the cold shoulder. At least, it was a response.
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