After observing how the game of chess was, Veronica started to provide counsel while seated next to Elizabeth.
She easily won the first round under her cooperation with Elizabeth.
Smugly, she peered at Matthew and suggested, "It is so boring playing it this way. How about we turn it up a notch by sticking papers?"
"Haha! That is true. It will be boring without a bet!" Elizabeth agreed as she chuckled.
When Matthew saw Veronica's triumphant expression because she won a game, a flash of light suddenly appeared in his eyes. "Sure. We will do as you say."
He then turned to the servant at the side and instructed them to bring a few pieces of paper and a bowl of water, to which the servant nodded and quickly went to do so.
After they brought the requested items, Matthew tore off a strip of paper, dipped it in water, and plastered it to his chin.
However, Veronica was the one who lost during the second round.
Not only that...
She lost eight consecutive rounds after that.
By the time Miguel had rushed over, he couldn't help laughing when he saw how Veronica's face was covered in paper strips in the living room.
"What are you guys playing? Looks interesting," he smilingly commented while walking toward them to join in on the fun.
Matthew continued to study the chessboard before he proceeded to move his Rook and King.
Veronica's King had nowhere to move to this time, which resulted in her loss yet again.
Upset, she frowned and demanded, "No! Let's have another round!"
For some reason, she was like a gambler who refused to admit defeat, and was unhappy about losing to Matthew.
"You are a sore loser, aren't you?" Matthee provoked her with a smile on his face, his eyebrows raised.
"You-"
"You punk, is this how you speak?!" Elizabeth loudly reprimanded her grandson before she mediated the conflict. "Enough. Let's continue some other day. Miguel is already here anyway."
Right then, the servant came over and informed, "Old Mrs. Kings and Young Master Matthew, dinner is ready."
"Got it," Elizabeth briefly responded before walking in front of Miguel. "Come, Miguel. Let's go eat." "Grandma, weren't you going to introduce someone to me?
Is the lady not here yet?" Miguel adjusted his spectacles, seemingly finding it hard to believe.
"Haha! What is the rush? Let's have our dinner first."
She then brought Miguel to the dining room.
And so, Veronica was left unsatisfied with the outcome of the game as she tore the papers off her face and squeezed them into a ball before throwing it in the trash can.
She thought to herself, I will have to improve my chess skills. I wouldn't have lost every round otherwise.
Matthew somehow found it funny how Veronica was fuming, but he maintained that impassive look on his face.
"Don't foxes prey farthest from their burrow? You seem to be 'hunting' on my ground now, though." Sitting there, he took out a cigarette from the cigarette box. After he lit it up, he took a drag and intentionally yet teasingly blew a puff of thin smoke on her face.
Veronica was already annoyed from her repeated defeat but upon hearing his words, she let out a small smile at him.
It was a smile that didn't reach her eyes, yet it looked bright and beautiful.
Someone as naturally beautiful as she was would still look gorgeous even without any makeup on.
Her smile was like a cupid's arrow right through Matthew's heart, and it skipped a beat.
"Miguel is your friend, not mine, so why would you say that I am hunting on my ground? Anyhow, I do think a gentleman like him isn't all that bad."
As Veronica spoke, she pretended to be surprised as she raised her eyebrows at Matthew. "You call him your brother, don't you? If he and I end up dating, won't you have to start calling me... sister-in-law?"
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