The car stopped steadily at the boxing gym fifteen minutes later.
Serena Everett imdiately got out of the car, her long, straight legs moving swiftly. But as soon as she stepped into the boxing gym, she bumped into Steven Everett who was coming out.
"Serena, what are you doing here? Didn’t I ask those guys to take you ho?"
Seeing Serena, Steven’s expression instantly beca uneasy. He subconsciously raised a hand to cover his right cheek, clearly not wanting to lose face in front of her.
"Take your hand away."
Serena stared at the hand covering his face and spoke calmly.
"Serena, I’m fine!" Steven tried to brush her off with a laugh, "Let’s go ho, it’s getting late..."
Before he finished his sentence, Serena’s cold voice interrupted him.
"Don’t make repeat myself."
Though still unwilling, Steven took a cautious look at Serena’s face and imdiately obediently took his hand away, worried about making his precious little sister angry.
Watching this scene, the other team mbers couldn’t help but unleash a silent exclamation.
What the heck, since when was their Captain so obedient? And why does Serena have such a powerful aura, commanding respect without needing to express anger, making people instinctively want to submit to her...
Looking at Steven’s wounds, Serena’s delicate brows furrowed, her disapproving gaze landing on Damian Quinn who followed them out.
"Who told you to goof around with Steven?"
Either one of them being injured was sothing she didn’t want to see!
Seeing the young girl genuinely angry, Damian’s previously lazy deanor vanished, visibly flustered as he humbly and cautiously admitted his mistakes.
"Serena, brother was wrong..."
Seeing Damian like this, Steven was initially shocked, but soon felt incredibly pleased. Serena was standing up for him, proving that he was more important in her heart!
If Steven had a tail, it would be wagging triumphantly right now, the frustration of losing earlier completely dissipating.
But before he could fully enjoy the mont, Serena’s indifferent gaze swept over him, "What are you grinning about, Steven? Do you enjoy fighting?"
"No... I don’t like fighting..."
Being stared at so coldly by his precious little sister made Steven so nervous that he stamred, "Serena, don’t be mad..."
"Captain, who actually won the fight between the two of you?" The curious team mbers couldn’t help but ask.
They naturally assud Steven would win, but seeing Damian unhard while Steven was injured made things seem quite odd!
"Yeah, who was the winner?"
"Uh... well..."
Bringing up this topic, Steven’s face flushed a few shades paler, unable to co up with an answer.
It’s not that he couldn’t handle losing, he just didn’t want to lose face in front of his precious little sister.
"It was a draw."
Damian’s deep, magnetic voice sounded unhurriedly.
Steven imdiately breathed a sigh of relief, even finding Damian more agreeable.
Consider Damian a sensible old rascal, letting him keep his dignity in front of Serena.
"Serena, please don’t be mad at your brother, I promise I won’t fight with him again!"
Serena didn’t respond, just turned around and walked out of the boxing ring.
"What should I do, Serena is mad at ! How should I make it up to her!" Steven was beside himself with worry, "I’m dood, I just got back and already made Serena mad, what if she doesn’t like as her brother anymore?"
"Uh... Captain, don’t stress out, Serena isn’t the type to hold grudges. Captain, should I go get so dication from the car to treat the wound on your face?"
"What ti is it, why bother with dicine now? It’s just a small cut, if treated later it’ll heal..."
Before Steven finished his impatient words, the next mont he saw Serena coming back to the boxing gym with a dical kit, his expression instantly froze, followed by a few forceful coughs as he quickly corrected.
"Cough, cough... even small wounds need dication to heal faster!"
The team mbers: "..."
Damn!
Their Captain’s change in deanor is truly swift!
...
The Elysian Pavilion.
"Young Master Everett..."
Having received the news, the manager was already waiting at the door. Upon seeing Elliot Everett, he imdiately approached with respect.
Elliot’s sharp gaze swept over him, his powerful presence sending chills down people’s spines.
"Which private room is she in?"
"Miss Sutton is in room 403!" The manager responded respectfully, "Young Master Everett, following your instructions, nobody has approached Miss Sutton before you arrived."
"Hmm."
Elliot nodded in acknowledgnt, his long strides heading straight for room 403.
Upon opening the door, the heavy sll of alcohol hit him, making Elliot instinctively frown. But the mont he saw Nancy Sutton passed out drunk on the sofa, he quickly stepped inside, showing no trace of disdain.
"Why did you drink so much?"
Elliot frowned, ready to express his disapproval, but Nancy murmured uncomfortably.
"Ugh... I’m so dizzy... stop shaking..."
Seeing her mumbling in distress, Elliot’s heart softened instantly, unable to utter any harsh words.
"Next ti you’re not allowed to drink this much." Elliot sighed lightly, reaching out to help her up, "Listen, Nancy, I’ll take you ho."
"Not going back... not going back... I want to keep drinking..."
The completely drunk Nancy was deaf to reason, causing more commotion as she reached out to grab the table’s wine glass.
Elliot felt a headache coming on, clearly not expecting the usually obedient girl around him to be this rowdy when drunk.
"I want to drink till dawn... bring another dozen drinks..."
Seeing Nancy about to grab the wine glass again, Elliot reached out with his large hand, disregarding her resistance, and picked her up into his arms, striding out.
Witnessing this scene, the manager was completely stunned.
Young Master Everett usually hates commotion, yet Miss Sutton’s antics didn’t get her kicked out, clearly showing her special place in Young Master Everett’s heart!
"Sit tight, I’m taking you ho."
Elliot had just placed Nancy into the car when she started fussing again.
"Bad guy... I’ll bite you to death..."
Nancy was utterly drunk, murmuring as her small hands quickly tugged at his shirt.
"Why are you biting and tearing my shirt?"
Elliot chuckled, his long, handso hand gently restraining her restless hands, his deep, pleasant voice tinged with helplessness, and even unnoticed indulgence.
"Nancy, where are you planning to bite?"
"Bite your abs!"
Though fuzzy-headed, Nancy’s words were astonishing as she buried her head in his embrace, rubbing against his abs through his thin shirt.
"I want to cover your abs in my teeth marks..."
That way, you’ll be mine!
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