Owen furrowed his brows impatiently. He reached out and pulled Emma into his arms, patting her back gently. “Stop crying. I’ll be fine. What are you crying for?”

Emma nodded, though her sobs didn’t stop.

Serena couldn’t bear to listen any longer. She stood up abruptly. “Mr. Lancaster, it’s your girlfriend who should be keeping you company at the card table.”

With that, she tried to walk around the chair, but Owen suddenly blocked her and ...