Auction VI

"If you don't play poker, bet on those who know the game." Matthew paused, holding the door still. "There's this quote I've learned playing poker with my grandfather; It says, 'Life is not always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes playing a poor hand well.'"

Zoey furrowed her brows as she stared at his broad back. Her eyes remained in his direction until the door shut itself.

"Poker…" Zoey mumbled as her eyelashes fluttered ever so slowly.

She retracted her eyes away from the door, gazing down at the small box he had tossed towards her. Zoey hesitatingly picked it up and opened it.

"Hah," She smiled, letting out a soft and short chuckle. The diamond on the ring was in a heart shape. Surely, Matthew didn't just get this in the past week.

"Had he always been planning to propose?" She mumbled, shaking her head before taking out the ring out of the box.