Ten minutes later, Ethan came downstairs and sat opposite Jane Sullivan.
The game of Dou Dizhu started, and because of Jane Sullivan deliberately losing, Doreen deservedly became the dealer in the first round.
Doreen was delighted, waiting to win the round.
Ethan, unaware that the two girls were conspiring against him, thought Jane Sullivan"s constant refusal to play Doreen"s cards was due to a lack of good cards in her hand.
As a result, naturally, Ethan and Jane Sullivan lost the first round.
"No cash, Whatsup red envelopes will do. Uncle, you and Jane each owe a thousand," Doreen said happily, extending her hand to remind them to send the red envelopes quickly.
Ethan glanced at Jane Sullivan, picked up his phone, found Doreen"s Whatsup, and paid for both of them.
Jane Sullivan was about to send a red envelope to Doreen when Doreen indicated that it was not necessary, as Uncle had already paid.
Jane Sullivan looked up at Ethan, feeling a bit guilty for conspiring with Doreen against him.
But she had promised Doreen and couldn"t go back on her word...
So in the following rounds, unless Ethan managed to become the dealer, no matter whether he was with Doreen or Jane Sullivan, the outcome was always a loss.
Doreen proudly looked at the money in her Whatsup account, counting that in just a while, she had already won almost ten thousand from Uncle, plus what she sent to Jane Sullivan, totaling about twenty thousand.
So at this point, it was time to quit while ahead. If they continued, Uncle would definitely become suspicious.
"Oh, Uncle, my stomach suddenly hurts, I"m going to the restroom first. You play with Jane for a while."
Jane Sullivan was startled, realizing that Doreen had left her behind again.
Seeing Doreen leave, Jane Sullivan quickly stood up, "Um... I"m going to my room to look for a charging cable, my phone is almost out of battery."
"Wait a minute."
Ethan stopped her, looking at her conflicted expression, "Aren"t you going to compensate me?"
"Compensate?"
Jane Sullivan pretended not to understand, "What are you talking
Ethan took her phone, opened the WeChat page, and saw a message from Doreen: "Jane, to keep Uncle from finding out we"re tricking him, hurry and find an excuse to go back to your room to sleep. I"m already lying in bed, and I"ll share half of tonight"s winnings with you later."
Ethan had already suspected that the two girls were in cahoots, but he didn"t expect Jane Sullivan to conspire with Doreen over such a small amount of money.
If she needed money, she could have just asked him directly, there was no need to play Doreen"s tricks.
"Still planning to keep it from me? Hmm?"
Jane Sullivan didn"t realize Ethan had discovered her secret with Doreen. She reached for her phone, yawning deliberately, "I really don"t know what you"re talking about, Uncle, I"m sleepy, I"m going to bed."
After saying that, she stood up.
But Ethan wasn"t about to let her go.
"Jane? Haven"t I said that you can"t lie to me about anything, big or small?"
Upon hearing this, Jane Sullivan guessed he must know about the card game trick with Doreen. She quickly bowed and apologized, "Uncle, don"t be angry, I was wrong, okay? I"ll return all the money Doreen shared with me, okay?"
As she said this, she opened WeChat, ready to send Ethan a red envelope.
Ethan snatched her phone back, "Do you think I care about that little bit of money?"
His cool gaze flickered with flames, continuing, "If you need money, you can come directly to me. What I hate the most is deception!"
Deception? Wasn"t he often deceiving her?
As Jane Sullivan pondered, Ethan suddenly pulled her arm and headed upstairs.
In the Grayson mansion, Jane Sullivan didn"t dare to shout, fearing others would hear.
She could only obediently follow Ethan into the bedroom.
Ethan let go of her hand and walked straight to the bathroom, not closing the door, then pointed to the cabinet, "Get the bathrobe out for me."
Jane Sullivan had no choice but to comply, pretending not to see the bathrobe right in front of her.
So when she finally found the bathrobe, she saw Ethan, bare-chested, relaxing in a bath with his eyes closed.
Hearing the door open, Ethan opened his eyes and glanced at Jane Sullivan standing at the doorway, "Downstairs, in the wine cabinet, there"s red wine, first bottle on the left."
"Okay."
Jane Sullivan took the bottle from the shelf, went downstairs, opened the wine cabinet, remembering his instructions about the left side, took out the bottle along with a wine glass, and brought them back to the bedroom.
"Fill it up!" Ethan reminded.
Then, Jane Sullivan, like a maid, began to pour wine for Ethan, continuing to obey his various orders.
But when she brought out the cut fruit and placed it on the table next to the bathtub, Ethan"s instruction was, "Give me a back massage."
At this point, Jane Sullivan was sweating profusely, and coupled with her menstrual period, her body was already uncomfortable, leading to a build-up of resentment in her heart.
Ethan asked her to massage his shoulders, and she dared not disobey, so she rolled up her sweater sleeves, bent down, and placed her hands on his shoulders.
Ethan"s skin was bronzed from long-term exercise, and his muscles were well-developed. When her hands touched his shoulders, she kneaded them firmly, almost pinching.
Ethan, with narrowed eyes, could feel the girl behind him was indirectly taking revenge.
But shamefully, he was... aroused.
Especially with Jane Sullivan"s soft palms and her naivety, they made him tense up.