His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1192: Accompany me for a while_1

Chapter 1192: Chapter 1192: Accompany me for a while_1

Chapter 1192

Charles Carrington had thrown himself in with the maximum speed he could muster, but was still a second too late.

"You should’ve hit the ball in that situation!"

Chloe Collins: "Say that again."→_→

Knowing he was in the wrong, he replied: "Okay, keep playing, but control your strength appropriately."

Chloe Collins flexed her wrist and said: "Mm, I think I’ve got it."

Charles Carrington cast a worried glance at her, deciding to block the balls himself whenever possible.

Unexpectedly, Chloe Collins successfully received every one of the following balls, without any faltering.

Charles Carrington was taken aback: "Were you pretending to be bad just now?"

Chloe Collins frowned: "Ball."

Before he could respond, ’plop’, Charles Carrington missed a ball.

Layla Lowell and the older student high fived, still leading their game.

A few minutes later, Chloe Collins and her team, with their lighting fast reactions, managed to barely clinch the victory.

From missing every ball at the start, to their surprise comeback victory, many were taken aback.

Underneath a tree with a cool breeze, a charmingly refined man who seemed one with nature was leaning against the tree trunk. He was neither surprised nor amused, yet a faint smile containing affectionate indulgence warmed his eyes.

Manie York, who was focused on him, found the usually cold and unapproachable man now resembled a warm spring of pure water in the moonlight. She was captivated by his light smile.

Gently, her gaze shifted to Chloe Collins in the field, her eyes filled with a slowly emerging shadow of silence.

On the field, Layla Lowell’s team was still stunned.

Especially the senior student.

He had been sure they would win.

Charles Carrington was satisfied and said, "Let’s proceed as we agreed."

Faced with multiple gazes, the older student went ahead and did it anyway.

Charles Carrington was taller than him by half a head, which made carrying him difficult.

The task was to run three laps, but even running seemed challenging.

After only a few steps, he admitted defeat, "I apologize, but I can’t do this. Can we change the punishment?"

"Unable to do it?" Charles Carrington laughed, looking at Layla Lowell, "Can’t even do that."

The implication was a clear jab.

Layla Lowell frowned, "Senior, just ignore him."

"If we lost, we have to accept it," said the Senior, seeming quite persistent.

Charles Carrington smirked, saying nothing.

The older student said, "Then I’ll run six laps."

With his words, he started jogging around the field.

Layla Lowell, worrying about his embarrassment, joined him.

The smile at the corner of Charles Carrington’s lips vanished.

He let out a low curse.

Basking in the sun, Chloe Collins eyed them and lightly patted Charles Carrington’s shoulder, "Just give up."

Charles Carrington: "Such a woman with no taste."

Ignoring him, Chloe Collins swung the racket in her hand. The new skill learned seemed rather fun. She swept her gaze across the crowd off the field. Her eyes finally landed on Alexander Foster, "Play with me."

Alexander Foster had been playing for half an hour and was covered in sweat. Nevertheless, when he heard this, he picked up his racket and walked towards the shadowed court.

"Come here."

He had Chloe Collins stand on the half of the court that the sun couldn’t reach, as he held a ball.

Chloe Collins assumed a professional stance, completely different from the languidness during the previous game.

Just as they were about to start, Manie York suddenly barged in and stood by Alexander Foster, a playful smile on her face, "How about doubles?"

Chloe Collins straightened her posture, as she saw Raine Nolan voluntarily stepping on the court.

With a detached expression, she looked through Raine Nolan towards a few people approaching them.

"Swap Wanda Wesley in," she said.

(Good night.)