Chapter 24: Private Combat Training
Inside the house, only Stefan, Irene, and Harper remained. Harper, feeling a bit bored, suddenly brightened up and said, “Miss Irene, would you like to spar with me?”
Irene raised her eyebrows and smiled.
“Are you sure?”
Harper was initially confident.
But for some reason, looking at Irene’s smiling gaze, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
“Yes! But not now. I still need to protect the boss; that’s my duty!” Harper said. loudly, his tone serious and his reason justified.
Yet, it seemed off somehow.
A hint of amusement flashed in Stefan’s eyes.
“No worries, go ahead and try. I’m curious to see who is stronger, you or Miss Irene.”
Harper immediately looked at Stefan, his eyes filled with grievance.
Irene laughed heartily, her young, pretty face full of vitality.
She smiled cunningly like a fox and said, “Mr. Stefan, would you be interested in trying?”
Impossible!
Harper looked incredulous.
Since following the boss, he had never seen him with even a single crease in his clothes! The most disheveled he had ever been was having his hair blown.
out of place or his shirt slightly wrinkled.
Always cold and impeccably dressed.
And now, fighting?
No way!
Stefan’s expression changed slightly, and he raised an eyebrow. “How do we compete
trene smiled, looking at his shirt. “You should take off your outerwear first; otherwise, it might get torn during the fight.”
Stefan looked at Irene.
Irene seriously said, “No need to be shy. Marta told me you haven’t had professional resistance training. Occasionally exercising is good.”
Harper’s expression was complicated.
Miss Irene, are you taking advantage here? “nowing my boss can’t fight and still wanting to spar, what are you up to?
Surprisingly, Stefan smiled and started to remove his coat.
Harper was stunned.
Irene, sipping her orange juice, glanced sideways and said, “Take it all off; your shirt is tight.”
Stefan paused, unbuttoning the third button. He glanced at Harper, who stood there dumbfounded.
Harper snapped out of it, laughing awkwardly as he ran to the kitchen.
Irene led Stefan to her home gym. Stefan removed all his clothes, leaving only black pants and sneakers. His golden hair was messy, his upper body lean with well–defined muscles and a hint of abs.
As he looked
up, he noticed Irene staring at his abs.
Before Stefan could feel shy or any other emotion, Irene said, “Your abs look like they’re from hunger, lacking muscle mass. You need more training.”
Stefan felt a mix of emotions.
Irene put down her orange juice, her expression serious.
“Let’s start!”
Rather than a competition, it was more Irene teaching Stefan basic combat. techniques.
She placed Stefan’s hand on her waist, letting him feel the muscles at work.
Like this, you need to use your waist muscles; otherwise, the move isn’t correct, and its power will be greatly reduced.”
The room was quiet, the windows closed, no air conditioning, the temperature rising. Aside from Irene’s detailed explanations, there was silence.
Stefan closed his eyes slightly, his fingers a bit hesitant.
With each explanation, Irene carefully guided him from power points to movement essentials.
Her fingers on his smooth skin, the thin layer hiding immense strength, made. Stefan’s blue eyes darken.
The training session wasn’t long, just twenty minutes.
But Stefan felt like hours had passed.
They were so close that Stefan could smell the fragrance of Irene’s hair, hear her breathing, and see sweat droplets sliding down her skin.
Stefan swallowed hard.
Several times he wanted to reach out and touch Irene’s hair.
“Alright, that’s enough for today.”
Irene stepped back. “If you practice today’s lessons well, learning more advanced combat techniques will be easier, and your physical fitness will improve.”
Only then did Stefan snap out of it.
It felt like he had been entranced. He realized he was sweating all over.
His body was tired but felt warm and comfortable.
It was a complex feeling but very pleasant.
“If you want to learn more, you can come to me.” Irene smiled. Despite the intense workout, she wasn’t sweating. Her face was only slightly flushed, and her hair was dry, in stark contrast to Stefan.
Stefan looked at her relaxed demeanor and felt a tickle in his throat.
Irene took a big gulp of range you
Hearing Stefane heavy, erratic breathing trene frowned slightly. “Are you hot?”
Though she didn’t say it her torse ware it with “weaker than I thought.”
Feeling underestimated. Stefan had no negative feelings.
He nodded slightly, taking the towel trene handed him to wipe his sweat.
“Miss Irene, you seem quite accustomed to this
This? Irene raised an eyebrow
Private combat training.”
“Do you have extensive teaching experience? Stefan gazed at Irene. She paused, realizing his implication, and smiled.
She was indeed used to this close teaching style.
Her students were all lovely girls from the South District, so she was
accustomed to it.
Stefan, shirtless, lips pressed, hair sweat–stuck to his sexy neck, had an alluring charm.
Seeing him, it indeed seemed inappropriate, as if she were a client at a male. escort club.
Irene sighed. Who made this man so handsome? It made everything
inconvenient. Even if she had no such thoughts at the time, she regretted it
later.
“My previous students were girls. Don’t worry, you were just a student in my eyes.”
Irene said this, noticing Stefan seemed very particular about being touched.
But Stefan heard something else.
“I understand. I’m quite ordinary; it’s normal for Miss Irene to look down on me.”
Though still smiling, Stefan’s hidden darkness beneath the bright facade was evident to Irene.
Irene was speechless.
When Harper entered, he almost dropped the water in his hands.
Just then, they heard Assistant Walter’s voice.
“Something’s wrong! Miss Irene! Boss! Someone’s attacking the old lady!”
Irene’s eyes sharpened. “What did you say?”
Walter, gasping for breath, ran over, pointing to the door. “Someone accused the old lady of causing a death by solving a case and is blocking her at the supermarket!”
