Chapter 67. Interaction

Tony arched an eyebrow, his face devoid of emotion as usual, but when his gaze fell on the top of the woman’s soft head below him, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. At this moment, he leaned forward with his right hand on the poker table, his entire person seemingly engulfing Myra in his embrace.

Meanwhile, the three men at the side wore a tacit smile. We now know why he wasn’t in a hurry to go back and work overtime today. It turns out that the catch is here. He knew that she’s going to come over, didn’t he? And why didn’t he have a drink any other time but right when she was about to leave? Plus, he could’ve just taken a drink, yet he just had to use his injured hand. Wasn’t it obvious that he wanted her to stay? The three of them truly couldn’t stand seeing his desperation, so they gave him a hand.

The atmosphere at the poker table was undoubtedly peaceful, but Myra gradually felt perturbed. I don’t know whether Tony Hart is doing this intentionally, but he sa