"He also said I..." Becky stammered. She couldn't just repeat Draco's words verbatim, could she? That would be too embarrassing!
"Basically, he said I have a lot of flaws and I'm not as pretty as his wife!" She could only subtly complain to Draco.
"No way!" Draco's tone carried just the right amount of surprise and a barely perceptible hint of amusement. "If you're this good-looking, how good-looking must his wife be?"
When Hermione was mentioned, Becky had to admit defeat, saying sullenly, "His wife is really beautiful, outstanding, and has great poise; there's not a single flaw."
Becky blushed slightly and lost some of her confidence when a man complimented her looks to her face. However, when Hermione was mentioned, she had to admit she was right. "His wife, Hermione, is really beautiful."
"You're beautiful too. Everyone has their own unique charm, so there's no need to belittle yourself," Draco said, pleased and sincerely comforting her.
"Really? You really think I'm pretty?" Becky's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at him with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
"Really." Draco nodded earnestly.
Becky Bieber is no match for Hermione.
But her beauty is undeniable.
Just then, the dealer's emotionless voice rang out:
"Place your order and you're done."
"Oh no, I forgot to place my bet." Draco slapped his forehead in frustration; he'd been so busy comforting Becky.
"Pfft—" Becky couldn't help but laugh at Draco's annoyed look, and her mood inexplicably improved.
"It's alright, we don't have to lose money anymore. It was a lucky break."
"We'll just have to wait until next round," Draco said with a helpless shrug.
"You're still playing?" Becky looked at him in surprise.
"I've lost three games in a row. My luck is so bad. Do you still dare to keep playing? You should just quit," she advised.
"Maybe I'll get lucky?" Draco chuckled.
"Don't be so confident! Roulette is unpredictable!" Becky was still worried and kept trying to dissuade him.
Seeing her nervous expression, Draco became interested:
He asked, "Would you dare to take a gamble?"
"What are we betting on?" Becky asked instinctively.
"I'll bet on whether I can win this round."
Becky hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's see first..."
"Okay." Draco didn't insist, casually picking up a hundred-coin chip and betting on red this time.
The roulette wheel spins, the ball bounces, and then falls.
Red checkered!
A murmur of envy rippled through the crowd.
"I won!" Becky exclaimed incredulously as the dealer pushed the chips towards Draco.
"Why do you win just because you bet on red?!"
"Because there have been too many black wins, we have to win one red win eventually." Draco slowly put away his winning chips.
Becky nodded, agreeing with him, "That's true, you're quite clever, but it's just a matter of probability, not your ability."
"That's true, you're quite clever, you know how to read trends." Becky thought about it and felt it made sense, but she still disagreed. "But that's a matter of probability, not your ability..."
"How about this round?" Draco pointed to the roulette wheel where a new round of betting was about to begin, and invited again, "Want to bet?"
"No betting." Becky shook her head again.
"Why?" Draco pressed.
"Let me take another look, just to be on the safe side," Becky said cautiously.
"Alright." With that, Draco took out a Goose 500 chip and placed it on the "1st 12" area on the roulette wheel, which is the range of numbers 1 to 12. The odds for this area are 2:1, but the probability of winning is relatively low.
"Why are you betting so much?" Becky exclaimed anxiously, quickly pulling him back. "Five hundred chips bet on the first range? Red and black are at least 50% chance, but this number range is much harder to win. The odds are high, but the probability of winning is extremely low. It's not that easy to win!"
"You're quite cautious, aren't you?" Draco chuckled.
"That's right!" Becky raised her chin, admonishing Draco, "Gambling is just entertainment. A little gambling is harmless, but excessive gambling is harmful. Small bets are fine, but if you get addicted, you'll definitely lose everything, not even your underwear. That's my life motto!"
Draco nodded, and unusually praised him, saying, "I didn't realize you were so clear-headed and insightful."
"Of course, I'm not stupid." Becky was even more smug.
However, the tables turned quickly; the roulette wheel stopped, and the ball landed precisely on a number within the range.
Winning, odds 1:2
With his initial investment, Draco now has 1500 chips!
"You really won?" Becky's eyes widened even more as she watched the dealer push the chips towards Draco, exclaiming in amazement.
"You're so lucky!"
"I'm so handsome, what's wrong with having a bit of luck?" Draco said casually as he collected his chips.
Becky was amused by his narcissistic remarks, her previous gloom vanished, and she retorted, "Narcissistic!"
"Then take a good look. Am I not handsome?" Draco turned his head to the side, raised his chin, and let her take a closer look.
The sudden closeness of the face startled Becky. Upon closer inspection, the face was indeed handsome... Thinking this, her face flushed slightly, and she looked away, muttering softly, "Handsome, yes... but too narcissistic, not humble at all."
"Thank you for your recognition," Draco said frankly.
As they were talking, Draco placed a bet on 123456.
"Stop being so smug! There are plenty of guys who are more handsome than you!" Becky retorted, unable to stand his narcissistic attitude.
"Oh?" A hint of amusement flashed in Draco's eyes as he deliberately asked, "You mean... that Draco?"
"That... that's not the same..." Becky blushed even more, stammering, but still honestly admitted, "He really is very handsome."
"Is he more handsome, or am I?" Draco persisted.
Looking embarrassed when asked, Becky waved her hand and said, "You... you're not the same kind of beautiful, how can you compare?"
But seeing Draco's determined look, as if he wanted to get to the bottom of things, Becky gave in and quickly said, "If I had to choose... you're more pleasing to the eye, okay?"
After all, Draco himself has a very sharp tongue.
"I think you think he's more handsome," Draco laughed.
"How... how did you figure that out?" Becky panicked.
"Because when you mention Draco, the expression on your face and the hesitation in your eyes are impossible to hide; that's the kind of radiance you only have when you're talking about someone you like," Draco said confidently.
"I... I didn't have any expression..." Becky stammered even more incoherently, "You're really overthinking things. You're jumping to conclusions based on just a glance or a slight expression."
"So what if I like someone?" Draco said nonchalantly. "It's normal for people to like good-looking people."
Becky sighed, looking relieved. "You're right, but he's already taken. His wife is Hermione, Hermione is my friend, so it's hopeless!"