The Power Of The Powerless Gambler

Chapter 15: Beautiful Scars

Yuna's fingers coated in dirt as she worked the soil. Her silky brown hair had come loose, stray strands falling around her face. Her brow furrowed in concentration, but beneath the surface, frustration simmered. Occasionally, she'd glance up, eyes flashing with barely concealed annoyance. A sigh slipped from her lips, barely audible, as she struggled to maintain her calm facade.

In her mind, Yuna was practically begging Victor and Zack to leave so she could focus on her work. Instead, she was plagued by four pairs of eyes like cats eyeing a dangling toy. They were squatting on the dense Bermuda grass, resting their chins on their hands, and wearing the same white cotton pajamas they'd had on since morning—something Yuna knew would be a nightmare to wash later.

Yuna's garden was a breathtaking masterpiece, a lush paradise born from her tireless effort and Zack's generous black card. The garden was a symphony of color and texture, with vibrant greens of flourishing veggies and an array of flowers in full bloom. The card had given her the freedom to select the finest plants and materials, transforming a simple lot into a botanical haven.

Finally, she halted digging and leaned on the shovel, pleading with them to go.

"Perhaps you two failed to realize how busy you both are?"

Yuna said, her tone strained with barely concealed exasperation. 'These two are driving me insane,' she thought to herself. Seriously? Do I have to remind them about the charity auction that is coming up?'

Victor's dimple deepened as he shot back with a smirk, his tone dripping with mock cheerfulness. "Oh, You mean for the heist?"

As Yuna fell silent, her face softened with a flicker of guilt. Her eyes, previously sharp with frustration, now cast downward, shadowed by a wave of regret as she recalled their weeks of effort spent on a product that had turned out to be a misunderstanding of a product launch that hadn't been as crucial as they'd previously believed.

Zack scooped up a mound of soil from where Yuna had been digging, shaping it into a neat circle. As he leaned in closer, still seated, his eyes were drawn to the colorful, vibrant leafy vegetables surrounding the area. He examined them with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

He hopped like a rabbit and asked, "Is this a vegetable?"

"That's beet greens," Yuna began, "which can be eaten raw or added to—"

She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she saw them chewing on the leaves like a pair of oversized worms, clearly enjoying the taste without waiting for her to finish.

"Spit it out, you pests! What are you doing?"

Despite her outburst, they continued munching on the leaves, their heads tilting to one side as they cast subtle, innocent glances up at her, as if they were completely unfazed by her irritation.

"You can eat it raw but, I put a little pesticide on it because there have been too many looper larvae since I planted the beet green. Just so you know, though, all the other vegetables are organic."

'Not to mention they didn't wash their hands!'

"Then it's guaranteed they don't have worms."

"Poison was my daily coffee growing up," Victor said, nodding in agreement with Zack and continuing to chew contentedly.

Yuna shook her head, amused by how their minds were in sync perfectly at times.

As she caught a glimpse of their faces, she silently prayed, recognizing the exact look they wore when genuinely intrigued by something trivial. It was the same gaze her sisters, the twins, would adopt when their curiosity was piqued.