I Got Married Without You

Chapter 1003

Chapter 1003

Chapter 1003 Honey, Help Me Show the Card!

“What a despicable and cunning man! He clearly understood the rules, yet he pretended not to in order to deceive me! God, please give him a 10 and make him lose!” thought Amelia.

Friedman asked the other three players if they wanted cards. He glared at James and said, “What’s the rush? Wait for the

next round.”

After asking several young gentlemen one by one, Friedman gave them and himself a third card before dealing the fourth card to James.

James wrapped his arm around Amelia’s waist with one hand and leaned down to kiss her cheek in front of everyone. “Help

me show the card, honey!”

Upon seeing this, Friedman, who had been single for years, became so angry that he threw away the hook in his hand and exclaimed, “Fine! How much money do you want? I’ll just give it to you. Hurry up and take your wife home.”

The other three players couldn’t stand it anymore and

slammed the table in protest, saying, “Yes, you can have all

the chips on our table. Just go back and stop showing off your

affection here!”

James hugged his blushing wife and smirked challengingly at the others, saying, “Even if you can’t stand it, you still have to. You can only blame yourselves for not having wives.”

Friedman and the three players were speechless.

They finally realized that James wasn’t here for fun but to

show off his wife.

Friedman clenched his fists and cracked his knuckles.

“Guys, I want to hit him!”

“We’ve wanted to do that for long.”

James scoffed, “You’re too rude. This is why you’re all single.”

Kenny, who was sitting in the southeast direction in a white suit, stood up politely and asked, “Can I beat him up now?”

Friedman raised his hand and then moved it down, signaling Kenny not to be hasty. “You can beat him up, however, you

want after leaving here.”

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James didn’t take their words seriously.

In his opinion, these men without wives could only satisfy their

cravings for pleasure by saying something like that.

The boasted Amelia, on the other hand, held her small face in

her hands and kept her head lowered.

She wanted to minimize her presence as much as possible. James, who was beside her, leaned in and whispered to her,

“Honey, help me show the card.”

As he spoke, he even brushed his lips across her cheek.

Amelia’s cheeks turned even redder, like a ripe tomato, when she felt his hot breath and heard his husky voice.

She frowned and gave James a glare. Not only did Friedman

and the three young nobles want to hit him, but she also

wanted to do that.

“Hmm?”

James raised his eyebrows at her.