I got married without you (James and Amelia)
Chapter 1008

Chapter 1008 I'll Feed You

Amelia was surprised that James would go to such great lengths for 2 billion. She trembled as she got up and walked towards him, asking, "Are you crazy?"

James held onto her waist and after she sat down beside him and asked the waiter to bring her some dessert. "Let's go home early after winning 2 million." "Hmm... So, he made such a big bet because he wanted to go home early? Can he get the dirty stuff out of his head?" thought Amelia.

A man like James who was enjoying his honeymoon only had his wife on his mind, and therefore cannot accommodate anything else in his brain.

James took the dessert from the waiter's hand and scooped a

small spoonful himself, feeding Amelia. "Have some dessert."

Fortunately, the VIP room was large and the gambling tables were also big. They were far away from the others, and nobody could hear James. Otherwise, she would be extremely embarrassed!

The dealer has finished dealing the cards and the game is

about to begin. Amelia reaches out to take the bird's nest from his hand, but he refuses to give it to her.

"I'll feed you."

"Focus on your cards."

James was taking such a big gamble, yet he was still in the

mood to feed her dessert, not afraid of losing his money to the

players present.

James didn't care at all about this small amount. He just glanced at the numbers on the card and continued to feed

her.

After feeling her a few spoonfuls of dessert and some sliced fruits, he asked the waiter to prepare a low-alcohol cocktail.

The other four people were nervously calculating the banker's

cards, while the banker was showing off and teasing them, making them so angry that their faces twisted.

"Who invited Mr. James to come here for fun?"

"It must be Jonah. He has always enjoyed playing with Mr.

James since he was young."

"Bullshit! The person who likes to play with him is clearly Friedman..."

"Fuck, I don't just like playing with him. I love him!"

Friedman, who had the same cards as James in the previous round, slammed down an Ace, Jack, and 2 onto the table.

"Just wait and see! I love him so much that I would have him give me all his industry in Vegas!"

Friedman rubbed his hands together eagerly, staring at the fourth card handed to him by the dealer.

"8, 8, 8, 8! It must be 8!" prayed Friedman.

The dealer places the card down and flips it over.

"Damn! What a day! Why is it 2 again?"