She was on good terms with him, so she didn’t want him to be on good terms with other female fans.

She knew this thought was too selfish, yet she found herself unable to control herself.

She held a card in her hand, gripping it slightly tightly.

Just as she was waiting for William Wilson to speak, she only heard William utter a low "oh" and then fell silent.

Emma Williams didn’t expect William to remain so indifferent after she said that, her expectant eyes instantly turning bleak.

Hannah Taylor stood at the side, watching Emma’s changing expressions with interest, the corners of her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

Mrs. Taylor glanced at Emma, having seemingly guessed Emma’s thoughts, but didn’t expose it to save the girl from embarrassment.

She just glanced at William and asked irritably:

"William, are you going to sit down and play?"

"No, I’d rather just watch."

William rejected without a second thought, not moving from behind Laura Jones.

"Then watch quietly, don’t give advice, Laura can play on her own."

William pressed his lips together, looking intently at the back of someone’s unmoving head, and responded in a low voice, "Okay."

Even though he said that, every time Laura Jones was about to play a card, he would always lean down and stand behind her to give guidance.

"Don’t play this one, no one has played it, it might backfire."

"Change the wait card."

"This one, it could draw the card out."

The man’s pleasant voice, soft and enticing, danced around Laura Jones’ ears, making her mind completely scattered.

Several times, she almost played the wrong card, each time intercepted by William.

The unintentional touch of his fingertips felt like an electric shock, making her body tingle and numb.

"William Wilson, why don’t you sit down and play?"

Mrs. Taylor couldn’t stand her nephew anymore.

Usually serious and unemotional, he was quite flirtatious in front of his little wife.

Don’t think she didn’t notice this young man’s occasional intention to get close to Laura Jones.

William was a bit embarrassed by his aunt’s all-seeing gaze.

He sheepishly rubbed his nose and explained:

"The young lady’s card skills are too poor, I can’t stand just watching from behind."

Laura Jones: "..."

Mrs. Taylor snorted coldly, annoyed, and continued playing cards.

Emma Williams’ face grew worse; she also noticed that William treated her and Laura Jones differently.

His intentionally affectionate tone when mentioning Laura was completely different from the perfunctory manner he had with her.

Even though throughout the process, William didn’t say a word to Laura, she could still sense the difference between his treatment of the two of them.

At this moment, Laura Jones turned back to look at William, her smile slightly stiff, and said:

"Mr. Wilson, I’ll play on my own, otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair to the two ladies and my classmates."

William raised an eyebrow at her deliberately distant address, "Mr. Wilson?"

Laura Jones’ face froze, hearing William say:

"That’s not what you used to call me."

Laura Jones: "..."

Isn’t it just better to consider the occasion?

While it’s normal for a wife fan to call their idol "husband," doing so in front of so many people, especially with two elders present, left her without the face to casually call him that.