NovelOnlineChapter 1197: She couldn't read him, and that quiet, commanding presence of his only deepened her awe. It was the kind of aura that made her pause, slipping through her composure.
"Miss Holland, are you sure you don't want to reconsider?" she asked.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCorrine's smile remained unfazed. She plucked the dice she'd been idly toying with and slipped them into her dice cup, borrowing three more from Nate to make a set of six.
"Reconsider?" she echoed lightly, rolling the borrowed dice between her fingers before tossing them into the cup. "Having the chance to compete with you is an honor. What's there to reconsider?" The dice clattered inside the cup, the sound sharp and deliberate. "Besides, even if I lose, it's not like I'm losing to a stranger. Losing to a friend isn't something to be ashamed of, is it?" Rosalie's smile stretched wider. Bold words. If Corrine was so eager to gamble her dignity, then whatever happened next was on her. If she lost, she had no one to blbut herself.
A quiet arrogance gleamed in Rosalie's eyes. "It's a deal, then." In her mind, she already saw Corrine as the loser.
Across the table, Corrine studied her with a soft, smiling face before answering, "It's a deal." Rosalie wasted no time, placing a hand on the dice cup, her gaze fixed on Corrine. "Shall I go first?" Corrine gave an indifferent nod. "Be my guest." Without hesitation, Rosalie lifted the cup and began shaking it with what appeared to be reckless abandon. The dice rattled furiously inside, but every flick of her wrist, every movement, was precise. Controlled.
After a full half-minute, she brought the cup down with a decisive slam, her lips curling into a smirk. "Your turn, Miss Holland." Guessing the dice by sound was indeed the most thrilling way to play-a real gambler's game. And Corrine's tempting proposal only made the stakes feel higher.
Corrine picked up the cup, weighing it in her palm in a moment of stillness. Then she lifted the cup just slightly- enough to stir the dice.
Opposite her, Rosalie squinted intently. She leaned forward, her brow furrowed in concentration as she listened closely.
Six dice-far trickier than three. She focused on the subtle shifts, the way they landed, straining to decipher the sounds.
Then-slam! Corrine brought the cup down.
The "Who guesses first?"
Rosalie looked as if she had just landed on a different planet. Had Corrine deliberately out her listening tshort? Still, she caught something faint but decipherable.
She took a deep breath, staring at the dice cup in Corrine's hand,calculating in her mind. "Thirty points."
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