My body moved on its own before I could even process what was happening. Before I knew it, I was holding Kael in my arms. My unexpected embrace made his body tremble slightly and I could feel that.
Then, he laughed. “See, Seraphina? You like me too. Your body still remembers me, doesn’t it?”
“No, it doesn’t,” I said, pushing him away. “Hurry up and get ready. If you lose, your perfect win record will be ruined.”
“I won’t lose!” Kael replied, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “As long as you cheer for me, I’ll definitely win. You’ll do that, won’t you, Seraphina?”
I wanted to say no, but when I looked into Kael’s eyes, filled with both affection and anticipation, my resolve softened. In the end, I nodded.
A bright smile spread across Kael’s handsome face, making him even more striking. He looked radiant-not in the sensual way he did in bed, nor in his usual roguish charm. At that moment, he was like an overjoyed boy, and my heart began to race uncontrollably.
I had to admit, Kael’s expression at that moment made my heart flutter.
After he left, I gradually calmed down. I quickly cleaned up and exited the training room.
By evening, the match was about to begin. It wasn’t just a fight between Kael and his opponent-it was a competition between two boxing clubs: the Eagle Club versus the Iron Fist Club.
The venue was packed, with supporters from both clubs filling the stands. As I entered, Rebecca pulled me to a spot near the ring. “Seraphina, stand here.”
The spot was incredibly close to the ring, even closer than the VVIP seats. Why was I standing here?
Rebecca brought over a chair and gestured for me to sit. “Seraphina, just stay here and watch. You don’t need to do anything else-just help maintain order.”
“Maintain order?” I frowned. “Shouldn’t someone more experienced take this spot?”
“No, it has to be you. Seeing you here will motivate Kael to fight harder. Today his opponent is no ordinary fighter. He’s a transfer student who just joined the Iron Fist Club. He’s already defeated several boxing clubs in other areas, and Kael has never fought him before.”
“Wow… That’s…” I frowned. I didn’t follow boxing much-I’d only taken an interest because of Lucian. After we broke up, I stopped caring.
I hadn’t expected someone so formidable to arrive in our small town.
“Yes, and he’s only twenty,” Rebecca added.
I glanced at the match poster nearby. It featured Kael and a boy named Briar, standing on opposite sides against red and blue backgrounds.
Kael, of course, had that predatory look in his eyes, like a wolf ready to pounce on its prey.
But what about the other boy? My gaze lingered on the unfamiliar face.
Briar looked young, with short black hair, deep dark eyes, and a narrow, handsome face. His demeanor seemed gentle, but his physique contradicted that impression.
Could someone like him really be a tough opponent?
I thought about what I’d said to Kael earlier. Could his perfect win record really be broken?
But I refused to believe it.
I took the seat Rebecca had arranged for me. It wasn’t just my spot-there were staff stationed at every corner, likely to maintain order in the stands.
Had this position always existed, or had I just never noticed?
Not far away, Vivienne sat in the VVIP section, her eyes fixed on me with unmistakable hatred. If her eyes could kill, I’d already be dead.
But sure I wasn’t just going to let her have it. I responded with a bright, triumphant smile. The calmer I appeared, the more it infuriated her.
Sure enough, my composure enraged Vivienne. She glared at me, ready to charge over, but her friends held her back.
Finally, she flipped me off, and I returned the gesture. In situations like this, I never backed down.
Vivienne stomped her feet in frustration but could do nothing. Seeing her like this brought me immense satisfaction.
Let the bitch suffer in her own personal hell.
Soon, the match began. The first fighters weren’t Kael or Briar but other members of the Eagle and Iron Fist Clubs.
They fought several rounds, with both sides winning and losing, though the Eagle Club had the upper hand.
At one point, I saw Lucian step into the ring.
Before the match, he looked at me with that same pained, longing gaze. I immediately turned away, refusing to give him any hope of reconciliation.
Lucian’s opponent was a bald man with a thick beard, who looked like a formidable fighter.
From the start, Lucian was on the defensive, forced back against the ropes. The bald man was clearly a powerhouse, and Lucian wasn’t a match for him in terms of strength.
I could already predict the outcome.
In the first round, the bald man landed a punch to Lucian’s head, breaking through his defense. Lucian was sent sprawling to the ground.
The bald man won.
Lucian turned to look at me, his face drenched in sweat, his eyes like a wounded puppy’s.
For a moment, my heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly. But the pain was fleeting, and I quickly regained my composure.
I didn’t still have feelings for him. It was just hard to watch a once-confident man get beaten so badly.
Just then, I felt an intense gaze on me. I turned and saw Kael staring at me.
He sat in the front row, still standing out among the crowd. His expressionless face made my heart feel heavy.
Soon, the second round began.