Orion had the kind of physique that didn't scream gym junkie; instead, there was a subtle power behind his toned muscles, visible even through his crisp white shirt. The thought of him cooking dinner for her later brought a delightful rush, giving her the peculiar sensation of having hired some sort of CEO-level butler.
After completing ten push-ups, Xanthea called out to stop, catching Orion's puzzled gaze.
"That's it!"
What was he confused about?
"One hundred."
His voice was calm, and he continued the exercise. Xanthea was stunned. One hundred? One-handed? Had he lost his mind?
She didn't claim to understand the extent of a man's strength, but she often watched Samuel work out, and even he struggled past forty. And here Orion was, aiming for a hundred one-handed!
"Xan, don't worry, Uncle Orion's got the strength!" Sebastian chimed in.
"Strength or not, doing a hundred one-handed push-ups could break him! Orion, don't overdo it, get up. You still have to cook dinner!"
As a minute passed, Xanthea's doubts were thoroughly squashed. Orion had completed nearly ninety push-ups with ease, his expression unbothered, his form perfect.
Sebastian, watching Xanthea's astonished face, boasted, "See, I told you Uncle Orion is strong! He could even manage a hundred with you sitting on him, easily."
Xanthea quickly covered his mouth. What kind of inappropriate things was the kid suggesting?
She was indeed shocked that Orion could effortlessly perform a hundred one-handed push-ups, but the terrifying thought of what could happen if she hadn't escaped that night at the Rlan Hotel made her shudder. With his daunting strength, she feared for her life!
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