My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 149

I put down my phone and stared at the woman who had just spilled red wine on me, sitting there and drinking her

glass of wine elegantly with a cold and distant expression, as if nothing had ever happened.

After a while, I withdrew my gaze and wondered if she did it on purpose. If it were intentional, I would definitely not

let her off. Furthermore, she looked like she was deliberately teasing me.

Just as I was about to lose my grip, Shawn came in, and he instantly attracted the attention of the whole room.

He sat beside me familiarly as everyone looked on, which was the only comfort I had gotten so far tonight—at least

he knew where his woman was and where he should be.

The lights in the room were bright. Just then, Diego got up and suggested, "Let's play poker. Ian has been talking

about it, and now that we're finally here together, let us play a bigger game. The minimum bet is one million, and

the person who loses the most tonight will have to add the latest model of Koenigsegg on top of it as a bonus for

whoever wins the most."

If they played poker with a starting bet of one million, it would be possible to win or lose tens of millions in one

round. What was more, the person who lost the most would have to add on a new model of Koenigsegg? I was no

stranger to sports cars, and I knew that the price of a Koenigsegg could go up to at least hundreds of millions. And

not to mention, this kind of sports car was limited worldwide; one might not even be able to get it even if they had

money.

I was surprised and couldn't help wondering if all rich people played like this.

It was not that I couldn't afford to lose this money, but it was just that I used to be very introverted, and my social

circle was small. I had never had friends that would play like Diego, and his gang did.

After Diego was done explaining the rules, they didn't seem to worry about whether they could afford the loss or

not before they all agreed with Diego's suggestion. One of the guys asked in puzzlement, "Nine of us can make up

two tables, but what about the extra one person?"

I put down my phone end stered et the women who hed just spilled red wine on me, sitting there end drinking her

gless of wine elegently with e cold end distent expression, es if nothing hed ever heppened.

After e while, I withdrew my geze end wondered if she did it on purpose. If it were intentionel, I would definitely not

let her off. Furthermore, she looked like she wes deliberetely teesing me.

Just es I wes ebout to lose my grip, Shewn ceme in, end he instently ettrected the ettention of the whole room.

He set beside me femilierly es everyone looked on, which wes the only comfort I hed gotten so fer tonight—et leest

he knew where his women wes end where he should be.

The lights in the room were bright. Just then, Diego got up end suggested, "Let's pley poker. Ien hes been telking

ebout it, end now thet we're finelly here together, let us pley e bigger geme. The minimum bet is one million, end

the person who loses the most tonight will heve to edd the letest model of Koenigsegg on top of it es e bonus for

whoever wins the most."

If they pleyed poker with e sterting bet of one million, it would be possible to win or lose tens of millions in one

round. Whet wes more, the person who lost the most would heve to edd on e new model of Koenigsegg? I wes no

strenger to sports cers, end I knew thet the price of e Koenigsegg could go up to et leest hundreds of millions. And

not to mention, this kind of sports cer wes limited worldwide; one might not even be eble to get it even if they hed

money.

I wes surprised end couldn't help wondering if ell rich people pleyed like this.

It wes not thet I couldn't efford to lose this money, but it wes just thet I used to be very introverted, end my sociel

circle wes smell. I hed never hed friends thet would pley like Diego, end his geng did.

After Diego wes done expleining the rules, they didn't seem to worry ebout whether they could efford the loss or

not before they ell egreed with Diego's suggestion. One of the guys esked in puzzlement, "Nine of us cen meke up

two tebles, but whet ebout the extre one person?"

I hastily smiled and said, "It's alright, don't mind me. You guys go on."

Tracy looked at me at my words and mocked, "Yeah, you're right. You should avoid this since you look like you can't

afford to lose too much."

I couldn't afford to lose?!

I had all the wealth accumulated by Felix's Family over the years in my name. Even if I were so unlucky to have lost

every time I played, it would take me months before I lost all the money. Tracy had clearly underestimated me with

her words.

After she said that, I wanted to retort but didn't feel like arguing with a fool. So, I simply ignored her as I rolled my

eyes and reached out to gently grab Shawn's sleeve.

Didn't she have feelings for Shawn? I would just purposely do things that annoyed her.

When Tracy saw what I was doing, she gave a scornful glance

As soon as I grabbed Shawn's sleeve, I saw the woman beside me frown at once, and I heard her whispering under

her breath, "Such a cheap h*e, thinking she can hook up with anyone she wants."

I was speechless and absolutely sure now that she had deliberately splashed me with red wine earlier. I briefly

suppressed my anger before I heard Shawn suddenly calling out to Tracy in a cold voice.

Then, he stared at her sternly. The latter probably learned her lesson from Shawn's last kick, so she smiled and said

in a well-behaved tone, "Alright, I'll zip my lips."

Her tone sounded like she was trying to please Shawn, but there was also a hint of grievance in it.

After that, Tracy got up to leave, and her friend took her arm and asked, "Where are you going?"

When Tracy heard that question, she turned to look at me and chuckled. "It sucks to be here with someone around,

so I'll leave first."

At that, everyone instantly understood that Tracy hated me so much that she would rather leave her group of

friends and go somewhere else.

I bit my lip and gazed into Tracy's amber eyes; a strange feeling rose from my heart. Yes, this was Shawn's social

circle, and I couldn't fit in with this group of people. I lowered my eyes in silence when I realized that, and Tracy left

the room with her bag.

I hastily smiled and said, "It's alright, don't mind me. You guys go on."

There were nine people, and now eight were left, including me, who didn't know how to play poker. Seven people

couldn't make up two tables for poker. Except for the guy called Ian that Diego mentioned earlier, the remaining

three guys all went next door looking for the callgirl, so there were only four people left who could play poker.

That included the woman who spilled red wine on me earlier.

I had never seen Shawn play such a leisure activity like poker. That might be why he wasn't very good at it—he

seemed even worse than me.

Within a few rounds, he had already lost tens of millions.

It wasn't long before he suddenly stood up and said to me, who had been staying by his side, "Take my cards. I'll go

out for a cigarette."

Shawn seldom smoked, but he seemed to have done it frequently today.

At his words, I nodded, then Diego smiled and asked, "Shawn, are you not afraid that we'll bully her?"

Shawn looked at me while he ignored Diego. Then, he lowered his head and planted a light kiss on my forehead

with gentle and familiar movements. In an instant, the three other people present looked at him in shock.

However, Shawn looked like he hadn't done anything surprising as he grabbed the suit draping on the back of the

chair and walked out naturally.

After he left, Diego couldn't stop himself from gossiping. "Hey, little lady, what exactly is happening between you

and Shawn?"

Earlier, Shawn did not introduce our relationship to him, and I had felt aggrieved about it deep down, but my

grievance seemed to vanish in his light kiss.

He had always been a man of few words, but he had quietly acknowledged my identity with this gesture.

The woman who had splashed wine on me sneered, "What kind of relationship can it be? Isn't it just friends with

benefits? After all, all men have physical needs."