"Bet with me?" Matthew's brow twitched. Emma's reaction surprised him, as if something was beyond his control. He scoffed, "Baby, don't forget what you have in my hands."
This time, Emma didn't flinch, only staring at him. "If I win, you have to promise me one thing."
Her voice was soft, her back straight. Though her attire was revealing, her eyes were clear, and a peculiar light shone between her brows.
Only later did the other onlookers understand what that light meant: determination, pride, a combination of luck and conviction.
Matthew's heart was filled with anger. "You think you can win?"
"If I lose," Emma closed her eyes tightly, then looked up at Matthew, "I'll do whatever you ask, say whatever you want."
"Good, those are your words." Matthew stared into her eyes, a slow smile
