But before Stanford could say something, Phoebe quickly withdrew her hand and looked at Florence and Clarence miserably.
She complained, “Your cooperation is really awesome. Your cards are so bad, but you win the game through tacit cooperation. Do you have consonance?”
Florence was a bit stunned.
Consonance? She subconsciously turned her head to look at Ernest with a trace of light flashing across her eyes.
Ernest also looked towards Florence with a light smile on his face and gentleness and deep affection in his eyes.
Naturally they had consonance.
Stanford felt being overwhelming by sulkiness when seeing their reactions.
It was true that Florence cooperated well with Clarence. Otherwise, they would definitely lose this round of game since their cards were all bad.
Apparently this was partly because he wasn’t good at play this card game and therefore, Phoebe, his teammate in this round of game, was implicated.
“Cough, cough.” Stanford cleared his throat uneasily and said, “Go on, next round.”
He thought he would not lose again.
Stanford was eager to outdo others and even though this card game was a kind of entertainment, he didn’t want to lose the game.
“Hold on, don’t be so anxious.”
Florence stopped Stanford and curled her lips into a cunning smile. She then took two red bar-shaped post-it notes from aside.
Florence looked at Stanford’s handsome face with interest and showed off the post-it notes in her hand.
“Stanford, the losers have to be punished. And the punishment is to stick a post-it note on the loser’s face.”
To stick a post-it note on his face?
Stanford slightly twitched his mouth corners and his expression became stiff.
He was the young master of the Fraser family and most people even didn’t dare to look at him directly, not to mention stick anything on his face.
“Now that it’s a game, the punishment for losers should be related to money. I don’t care about the amount.”
Florence shook her head without hesitation, “Look at us and tell me are we in short of money? It’s boring to play cards for money. My punishment is more interesting.”
Stanford was lost for words.
Was it interesting? Wouldn’t she feel it embarrassed to stick post-it notes on the face?
Florence squinted at him and said, “Stanford, come on, you will not deny your defeat, right?”
Stanford’s expression became stiffer.
He said in a deep voice, “I’m not that kind of person.” Looking at the colored post-it note, he hesitated for three seconds and said as if he had set his teeth, “Come, stick it as you like.”
He pressed his thin lips together and slightly leaned forward.
His perfectly handsome face was now in front of Florence and he allowed Florence to do anything on it.
Florence felt delighted in heart as she hadn’t had the chance to do anything to her brother’s face. This was really a hard-won opportunity.
She curled her lips into a smile. When she was about to stick the post-it note on Stanford’s face, Ernest grabbed her wrist to stop her.
He looked at Florence with a pair of unfathomable eyes and said in a deep voice, “Now that it’s a punishment, just let the losers stick a post-it note on each other’s face.”
Florence was stunned. What did he mean? He didn’t want her to stick the post-it note for Stanford?
‘Come on, Ernest, you’re even jealous of my brother?’ Florence thought to herself.
Seeing the gleaming lights in Florence’s eyes, Ernest felt a bit uneasy. He then directly took a post-it note from Florence and handed them to Phoebe.
Phoebe was quite willing to do this. She took the post-it note delightfully and leaned towards Stanford.
“Mr. Fraser, let me stick it for you.”
Stanford subconsciously tensed up his body when looking at the woman who immediately approached him.
He tightly knitted his brows. He pampered Florence a lot, so he could barely bear Florence to stick the note on his face. But as for Phoebe…
He was the noble young master of the Fraser family, how could he allow an outsider to stick the note on his face?
Pah!
When Stanford was lost in his thoughts, Phoebe stuck the colored post-it note on his face.
Stanford froze and looked at the woman who was only twenty-centimeter away from him dumbly.
She had a big smile on her face and even her eyes were smiling. It looked like she was very delighted at the moment. She fixed her eyes on him without even blinking her eyes and Stanford could see his reflection in her black pupils.
Her fingers felt a bit cold, but they were very soft. When she gently stuck the note on his face, he felt like a sponge was caressing across his face.
Stanford, who never had any feelings towards a woman, felt a gush of weird feelings.
Now both Phoebe and Stanford had a note on their faces. And the game continued.
However, in the next two rounds, Stanford got bad cards and he happened to be Phoebe’s teammate again. As Stanford didn’t get hang of the techniques well, plus that Ernest and Florence were skilled in this game, undoubtedly, Stanford and Phoebe lost the game for three consecutive rounds.
Each of them had three colorful notes on the face.
Unwilling to accept the defeats, Stanford said in a deep voice, “Go on.”
He didn’t think that he would be Phoebe’s teammate for every round of the game, nor did he think that Florence and Clarence could win every round of the game.
Ernest looked towards Stanford calmly, pressed his lips together and dealt the cards.
Stanford still got bad cards for this round.
Nevertheless, Ernest was the one who showed card before him and every card he showed was lower than Stanford’s. Therefore, after several rounds of showing cards, Stanford won the game.
When Stanford discarded the last card in his hand, he heaved a sigh of relief.
After several rounds of the game, he finally won.
A smile appeared on his face. He said to Phoebe, “We win.”
Phoebe, who was holding some cards in her hand, looked a bit gloomy.
She twitched her mouth corners and said with dissatisfaction, “Mr. Fraser, I’m not your teammate in this round.”
Stanford was stunned.
Phoebe never fought against him during this round, so Stanford thought that Phoebe was his teammate again.
Ernest showed the rest cards in his hand to them and said casually, “I’m your teammate.”
Astonished, Stanford looked towards Clarence. He came back to his own sense at that next moment and thought that it was reasonable.
No wonder that he could discarded all his cards with Clarence as his prior player.
It turned out that he was helping him secretly.
Stanford fixed his eyes on Stanford and burst into laughter.
He patted Clarence on his shoulder, “Good job, man.”
Although he didn’t know other aspects of Clarence, he was impressed by him in this ‘Fight the Landlord’ game.
After the cooperation in this round of game, Stanford felt Clarence more and more pleasant to his eyes.
Watching Stanford pat Ernest’s shoulder, Florence felt shocked and twitched her mouth corners. Why didn’t she know that it was so easy to bribe her brother before?
She then looked towards Ernest and found a meaningful smile on his face. It seemed like Ernest had other plans except for playing the card game…
They played the card game for the whole now and all of them felt happy.
As a result, their relationship was improved unknowingly.
Florence woke up early in the next morning.
This was because she had some worries in heart. Ernest disguised himself as Clarence and came to find her, and she felt it unreal after waking up in the morning.
She was afraid that it was just her dream and that Ernest would disappear when she woke up. Florence hurriedly got off the bed and rushed towards Ernest’s room after washing herself.
“Click.”
She turned the door lock and easily opened the door.
Florence looked into the bedroom, only to find that no one was in the room.
Florence’s heart skipped one beat. Where was Ernest?
She felt a bit flustered and restless. She ran into the bedroom and checked the toilet and the affiliated study, but still failed to find Ernest.
The room was quite clean and cold. It was so empty as if no one had lived in this place.
Florence’s face turned pale. Could it be that it was just her dream?