Chapter 41
“Yep. Byron replied.
“Then why didn’i you remind me?” Marve pressed out.
“You didn’t ask ”
Maeve was left speechless.
She pressed her lips together in frustration. She didn’t want to turn back after running just a litle bit, so she tried another approach. “Mr. Mcdaniel. how about I treat you to some drinks, and you teach me
Byron nodded reluctantly. “Alright.”
After a short break. Maeve started running again, matching Byron’s pace.
Following the posture and breathing technique he taught her, she found the
After completing two laps, Byron was the first to stop.
noticeably easier i
this time and managed to keep going for longer.
“That’s enough for today. Keep running like this, and in two weeks, we’ll see if you need to adjust the intensity,” he said.
“Got It” Panting heavily. Marve wiped the sweat from her neck and glanced at Byron, who looked perfectly composed. “Are you sure you’re okay? Your injury didn’t act up, did it!”
“Nope–Byron kept his hands in his pockets, his tone cool and indifferent. This amount of exercise isn’t enough to make it worse.
“That’s a relief.
They walked slowly side by side as the cool night breeze took away some
ome of the lingering heat from their run
Passing a beverage shop, Maeve turned and asked, “I’ll grab something. What kind of drinks do you want, how about some sports drinks?“.
Byron wasn’t interested in sugary, artificial drinks. He simply replied, “I don’t drink that stuff.”
Maeve noticed his disdain and fell silent, thinking, ‘Has he seriously never had this kind of drinks before?”
When they left the shop, Maeve handed him a cup of lemonade. “Here, I got you some lemonade.”
Byron raised an eyebrow slightly, gave her a quick glance, then took the cup.
Marve took a big gulp of her juice, imminediately feeling her fatigue melt away.
“This is so good!” she exclaimed.
Byrun took a sip of the lemonade, swallowing without changing his expression, thinking. It tastes awful”
But when he saw the way Marve’s face lit up, like she was drinking the best thing in the world, he couldn’t help but frown.
He thought. Is it the drink, or something else! Hers really looks like it tastes amazing”
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She thought. Did he seriously just drink from it?! Isn’t that basically an indirect kiss?”
