His Beloved Mate

Chapter 82 I Have To Win It Back For Her

Pearl took his hand and sighed. She looked at Cassie and said with a smile, "Before Dylan and Cassie

married, Dylan kept telling me that he was busy with his work and had no time to fall in love. But it's not

long. Look, he is married with Cassie!"

Mrs. Carla smiled and said, "He always says that he can fall in love freely. He asked us not to get

involved in his business, but now he is already 27. He doesn't even have a girlfriend. How can we not

care?"

Speaking of this, Ryan cleared his throat and interrupted Mrs. Carla, "Well, mom, we are playing cards

with grandma today, not talking about me."

Cassie chuckled. It turned out that an excellent single young man like Ryan would also worry that he

couldn't find a boyfriend.

-

On the mahjong table

Cassie said, "Grandma, aunt. Let me make it clear first. I'm not good at playing mahjong. You have to

give me some space. Otherwise, I will be heartbroken if I lose all my money!"

She mumbled the last part of the sentence in a low voice. Suddenly, Ryan burst into laughter. He

looked at Cassie and said, "Okay."

Last time, Cassie played mahjong on last year's new year's Eve. The family was bored, so they invited

Rita next door to play mahjong and chatted for a new year. She hadn't fought for a year, so she wasn't

skillful.

Maybe it was because she was still thinking about the thing about Betty, or maybe it was because the

God of wealth didn't come today. Ryan tried his best to let her win, but she just couldn't.

The cards were played in circles, and it was five o'clock in the afternoon. Cassie had almost lost all her

cash. But it was not a big deal to lose to grandma. Anyway, the benefits would not flow to the outsiders'

fields.

"Madam, Mr. Dylan is here."

Cassie's hand hanging in the air. Noticing her anxiety, Ryan smiled gently and said, "Dylan is here.

Why don't you help Cassie to play?"

Dylan saw Cassie.

She looked awkward and couldn't hide her feelings.

Cassie pursed her lips, turned around and went into the kitchen. She made up an excuse, "I... I'd better

accompany Alisa to cook."

Dylan said, "Don't blow up the kitchen."

It was just a common joke. But when she thought of the rumor that he went to the hotel with Betty, the

bitterness in Cassie's heart spread again.

She said in a fit of pique, "Yes, I'm not as good as her in cooking. Do you dislike me now? !"

Her? Dislike?

What did she misunderstand?

Confused, Dylan frowned at her.

Cassie pursed her lips and went into the kitchen without looking back.

Noticing something was wrong, Mrs. Carla smiled slightly. She asked, "What's wrong with you and

Cassie? Why is she absent-minded this afternoon? Did you bully her?"

Dylan said, "I went to work this afternoon."

-

The dinner is dumplings. Owen would come back in the evening.

Alisa had planned to stir the minced pork with a cooking machine, but Cassie carried two knives and

chopped the pork on the chopping block with an angry look.

Humph! The man's mouth was a liar. She was going to sour into lemon spirit!

She was angry, but she had to keep smiling.

"Thump!"

Cassie was angry. With a little strength, the blade was inserted into the chopping block and was still

shaking slightly.

Alisa was a little scared by her action. She tentatively opened her mouth, trying to discuss with Cassie,

"Cassie. Let me use the cooking machine to mince the filling."

Hearing Cassie's words, Cassie breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Alisa's expression, she smiled

awkwardly and took back her knife.

She giggled and said, "It's okay. The minced meat is delicious. I'm good at it. Alisa, let me do it."

Alisa nodded dully and said, "Then... Okay."

The kitchen door was open, and Mrs. Carla's laughter came from the living room from time to time.

Dylan's voice was not loud, but it was piercing into Cassie's ears.

In the living room

Ryan turned to Dylan and said, "Girls always say one thing and mean another. She said she was fine,

but there was something wrong. She'll be fine after coaxing her."

"I know, so I'll figure it out later," replied Dylan.

Ryan peeped at the card of Cassie and knew what she wanted, so he showed her a card.

Dylan pushed the mahjong in his hand and said, "I win."

Mrs. Carla sighed and said with a smile, "Don't you know to give some space to me and grandma.

You've been winning for several rounds. You're so rude."

With a rare smile on his face, Dylan said gently, "This is not the only thing Cassie lost to you today. I

have to win it back for her."

Dylan's voice was soft and gentle. When Cassie heard this, she was making dumplings. She was not

that angry anymore.

But the two black and white angels in her mind were fighting. The black said, "No, you can't forgive him

easily. Men are all like two timers!"

The white smiled gently and said, "It's not necessarily true. You'd better ask him clearly, or you'll

misunderstand him."

Cassie pouted and shook her head irritably. She sighed. Alisa felt a little strange and asked, "Cassie,

what's wrong with you today?"

Although Cassie was very sad, she still didn't want to show it in front of others. She giggled and said, Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"Nothing. I just lost a lot this afternoon."

Alisa chuckled and persuaded her, "That's the way it is to play cards. The loser will win."

Then she turned to look at the living room. "I heard it just now. Mr. Dylan will win it back for you."

Cassie lowered her head and looked at the dumplings in her hand. Her eyes dimmed. She poked the

dough in a daze and said in a low voice with her lips, "All the capitalist are cold-blooded and ruthless."

-

At dinner, Mrs. Carla and Ryan were here because of Pearl.

Owen came back as soon as the dumplings were out of the pot. He smiled, changed his shoes and

greeted, "Hello, Cassie. Hi, Ryan."

Ryan nodded politely. Pearl smiled and said, "You're back."

"Yes."

Owen replied and went into the kitchen to wash his hands. He sat next to Cassie and asked, "Cassie.

Rafael, the heroine of 100 Days of Sweet Love, is really going to be played by Betty?"

As soon as Cassie picked up a dumpling and was about to eat it with some mature vinegar, she was

stunned by Owen's words. She lowered her head and glanced at Dylan from the corner of her eyes.