As Dustin gazed into her dark eyes, he murmured with all the tenderness in the world, “Yes, I'll never hurt you...”
Folding her Taekwondo uniform, Nancy placed it into her canvas bag. She then plopped down onto the soft bed, her body wobbling a smidge as the bed depressed. All of a sudden, she jumped up as something occurred to her.
Snagging two bottles of cold mineral water from the refrigerator, she tossed them in her hands before shoving them into her bag.
Instead of wearing her favorite platform high heels that she usually wore, she chose a pair of down-to-earth sneakers. After nimbly tying a butterfly knot for both sneakers, she made a turn in front of the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, she then shouldered her canvas bag before setting out.
The invitation to the Taekwondo competition that she received from Jory back then was still in her bag. Before leaving, she touched the words that seemed to be glowing, and her mood instantly brightened.
Well, probably because it was her favorite Taekwondo competition.
No sooner after she stepped out of her house, the sound of a honk rang out behind her. At first, she thought that the driver was irritated at her for walking so slowly, so she inexorably quickened her pace and strode forward.
Unexpectedly, the car continued tailing her closely, and the honking grew louder as well. Not only did it sound louder, but it also seemed closer to her.
Ugh! What's wrong with the car? Is the driver deliberately picking on me because he's irked at me or something? Well, he picked the wrong person because I'm no easy prey with a black belt in Taekwondo! When her head snapped back, the car door of the car in question was open, and a familiar figure was looking at her with a smirk while leaning against the open car door.
“Ah, you've finally noticed me! If you continued ignoring me, I would've run the engine and grabbed you!”
“It's you?” Surprise showed in Nancy's eyes.
Jory was currently wearing form-fitting sportswear with black stripes that were printed with English letters on the shoulders. In fact, his entire outfit was ordinary in the sense that it cost less than a thousand.
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