"You!" Mia Foster choked, confronted with Felix Shaw’s smug expression, and suddenly sneered coldly, "If you don’t even have the ability to get a woman off, what makes you think you qualify to be a gigolo!"
"Cough cough!" Across from her, Titus Zane’s coughing erupted, his hand covering his mouth; following that gesture, Nathan Moore, holding her hand, also lifted his, turning his face to the side, his expression somewhat unnatural.
In the past, it was Sophie Foster and Nicholas Croft discussing bedroom matters in front of everyone; now it was Felix Shaw and Mia Foster’s turn.
During that accidental meeting in Paris, Mia Foster had clearly said they were already divorced, and now...
Was it her being too conservative or truly out of touch with the times? She always felt such private matters should be discussed behind closed doors. In front of so many people, the two discussing it didn’t seem to mind, but she, the listener, was embarrassed.
"Alright, stop talking about this PG-rated stuff, my woman is feeling shy!" Nathan Moore interjected suddenly, drawing everyone’s gaze toward him.
Her hands were clasped in front of her by Nathan Moore, her back against his chest; it seemed impossible to get free, especially since everyone had seen their intimate posture. Trying to pull away now would only seem more suspicious, as if trying desperately to cover something up.
She licked her lips and turned her face aside, ignoring everyone’s stares, pretending to look at the street scenery instead.
"Stop looking. My woman isn’t as thick-skinned as you all!" Leaving those words behind, Nathan Moore walked with Titus Zane towards his luxury car.
They left several people stunned on the spot, their jaws nearly hitting the ground.
Titus Zane was forcibly stuffed into the car by Nathan Moore, without even getting a chance to greet Mia Foster.
On the way to the Shang Mu Club, Nathan Moore steered with one hand while holding Titus Zane’s hand with the other, his index finger intertwined with hers.
Titus Zane struggled several times, causing the luxury car to weave like a dragon on the streets. For safety’s sake, Titus Zane gave up resisting, allowing her hand to be held by Nathan Moore, turning her face to the window once more, adopting a cool demeanor.
Shang Mu Clubhouse still had the same style, but judging by the glittering gold and splendor on the roof and walls, it seemed to have been refurbished.
It was the same private room, with the sofa, coffee table, and poker table positions unchanged from three years ago.
Stepping into this place again, Titus Zane couldn’t quite articulate her feelings.
Beatrice Hargrave was very curious upon arrival, starting to look around the room the moment she walked in, her small mouth slightly agape, eyes wide with astonishment.
"Uncle Nicholas, do you come here to play cards often?"
"Just occasionally." Nicholas Croft’s lips held a faint smile as he took off the coat from Beatrice Hargrave’s shoulders, walking over to hang it up.
Mia Foster stepped in, glanced around casually, and said indifferently, "Same old, same old. The decor hasn’t changed, just the usual stuff."
Out of the three women, only Titus Zane remained silent, pulled by the hand to the poker table by Nathan Moore. When Nathan Moore sat down, he also pressed her onto the chair next to him.
"Come on, come on, whether it’s poker or mahjong, pick one quickly. Let this lovelorn man triumph in the gambling world for once!"
Evander Lancaster also reached the poker table and sat down, looking eager and impatient to start.
The three men, each with a female companion by their side, and only he was alone. Although not particularly envious, he occasionally felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart.
Nicholas Croft also approached the poker table, his actions deliberate and composed, exuding the demeanor of an elder brother.
"We’ll play mahjong, Mia will replace me," Felix Shaw pushed Mia Foster towards a chair in front of the poker table, and then sat down in the adjacent empty seat.