Laura Jones didn't notice the sudden change in the atmosphere around her. She focused intently on the cards in front of her and was about to play one when a pair of hands suddenly appeared before her eyes.
Sleek, attractive fingers pressed down on the card she was about to play, and while she was still startled, they picked another card and played it.
A low, magnetic voice resonated in her ear, "Now you're on the verge of winning."
This voice was so beguiling that it made Laura's ears itch—it could only be William Wilson.
At this moment, William's face was very close to hers.
Especially standing behind her as he was, his tall figure seemed to envelop her.
Laura felt her traitorous heart begin to race again.
Her expression remained composed, but only she knew that with William standing behind her, her whole body was stiff.
With great effort, she managed to refocus on the poker game in front of her. She forced a calm tone as she said:
"Seems like I'm on the verge of winning."
