Evander Lancaster continued chatting with Felix Shaw, noticing that all the chips had already been put back into the drawer, the light in his phoenixlike eyes dimmed.
Once Felix Shaw closed the drawer, as if worried it wasn't shut tight, he gave it another shove, and shamelessly claimed, "What do you mean by withhold? It sounds so unpleasant. She's my wife, taking good care of these important items is my responsibility as a husband."
"Oh! Third brother, you didn't say that two years ago." Evander Lancaster made no effort to hide his sarcasm, his chin lifted as he drew on his cigarette and his gaze deliberately swept over the drawer at Felix Shaw's face, "If I remember correctly, at that time you treasured Elizabeth White as if she was a precious jewel in your palm and called the woman at home an ugly toad lusting after swan meat!"
