A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 1735

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1735

Ever since Jory appeared in her world recently, Nancy realized that corresponding interests and topics were probably very important. The feeling when I’m with Jory is entirely different from when I’m with Caspian.

No! I can’t let my thoughts go there! The more her thoughts veered in that direction, the more she felt that she and Caspian weren’t suited for each other, and the greater her fear that the distance between them would grow.

“Miss! Miss, your husband is trying to get your attention!” The girl beside Nancy nudged her with an elbow. Snapping back to her senses, she saw Jory making an OK gesture at her from the stage. In response, she fisted her right hand and flashed him a fist pump.

Jory’s opponent stood at a height of about one point eight meters and was about the same build as him. Oh God, that shouldn’t be his opponent, yes? Nancy fretted inwardly. Evidently, she had forgotten that it was a Taekwondo competition among formidable practitioners, which meant that there was no discrimination of physique as long as two contestants were evenly matched.

Heaving a long sigh, she kept her attention on the competition. It was difficult to tell who would win in such a competition, so it had the spectators gripping the edge of their seats in anticipation.

As Nancy observed the match where neither were trumping the other, she inwardly chided herself, Dang it, I’m such a doomsayer! Hmm… Jory’s opponent is really skilled. I can’t imagine how it would be if a newbie were paired with him when he’s equally matched with Jory!

Even after the two of them grappled for more than twenty minutes, neither managed to defeat the other. Below the stage, all the spectators were fired up at the unexpectedly intense match in the very first round, both contestants fighting tooth and nail. At long last, the referee blew the whistle to signal an intermission.

All at once, Jory’s opponent was surrounded by a horde of friends and relatives who passed him water, gave him a towel, and fanned him. The dojo was airconditioned, but they were simply making a huge fanfare.