Chapter 565
“You’d better tocus,” Anathea siapped, pulling Gregory back to rely. Her voice carried a hint of warning. “If we lose, you’re out.”
Gregory clicked his tongue in amusement at her blunt tone. Somehow, her sharp, no–nonsense attitude only made her all the more captivating.
“Watch closely. I’ll win this round for you,” he said with a wink, as if everything was under his control.
For a moment, Anathea’s eyes flickered with doubt. Despite playing one against two all this time and using so much energy, had he been holding back? That would be far beyond impressive.
However, Gregory quickly proved what real skill looked like. All on his own, he kept Frederick and Shirley running back and forth like amateurs. Compared to what he was showing now, everything before felt like child’s play.
With a powerful serve, he forced the already drained Frederick to return the ball poorly. It hit the net and dropped.
They were at 40-0. One more point, and it would be break point.
“If they win one more point, we lose!” Shirley gasped, wiping sweat from her brow.
She was clearly running out of steam.
Frederick bent over, bracing his hands on his knees, and stared at Gregory. In contrast, Gregory looked completely unbothered. He casually stretched his joints like he was just warming up.
Even Anathea found it hard to hide her surprise. She remembered what Xander had once told her–Gregory had suffered serious internal injuries and needed two surgeries to recover. Had he fully recovered?
She didn’t get the chance to ask. The break was over, and the game resumed.
With no way out, Frederick and Shirley went all out. Like trapped animals, they fought fiercely, pushing Gregory back and hitting the ball deep into the backcourt.
The ball had been sent flying so far it was virtually unreachable, but they had forgotten one crucial thing–Gregory wasn’t playing alone.
Anathea had already positioned herself in the receiving area, preparing to strike with a powerful swing.
“Watch out! Fall back quickly!” Frederick shouted, sprinting toward the backcourt.
Shirley hurried to follow.
The moment Anathea swung, she suddenly eased her strength, and the ball barely cleared the net.
Frederick’s eyes widened. For a split second, he was transported back to Grendova–to the deceptive feints Anathea had pulled on him during their badminton match.
He lunged forward, diving across the grass with his racket stretched out. However, the ball still dropped onto the grass. Anathea and Gregory had won.
“That was an incredible match!” Macon was the first to stand and applaud.
Beside him, Dayanna looked at Anathea with admiration in her eyes. She had always suspected Anathea had more surprises in store, and now she was certain of it.
Anathea instinctively looked toward Gregory.
“That was an excellent shot,” Gregory praised her generously.
A faint light flickered in her eyes as she smiled. The sight caught him off guard. She was vibrant and striking, stirring something deep in his chest.
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He raised his hand, smiling slightly. “Shall we celebrate?”
Anathea was riding the high of their victory. Without hesitation, she lifted her hand and gave him a high–five.
But the moment their palms touched, Gregory’s fingers slipped down and laced through hers, locking them together.
She froze, then tried to pull her hand back, but Gregory tightened his grip, refusing to let go.
“What are you doing?”
“This is what I call a proper celebration,” Gregory said with a smile “After all the effort I put in, I deserve a little reward, don’t I? Just let me hold your hand for a while, alright?”
