Irene looked at the chessboard in disbelief. She could not accept that she had lost.
Sitting across from her, Sophia was acting like a spoiled and pampered child. “No, this isn’t right. You can’t keep letting me off easy, Irene. It’s so obvious that you’re letting me win. Who loses before even making ten moves? Let’s go again!”
Stanley also came to a realization. Irene is letting Sophia win! No wonder she lost two times in a row when she’s usually an ace player!
He knocked on his head. “Oh, me and my blabbermouth. Did I scare you, Irene?” He quickly explained, “Irene, I was only joking. Sophia is not that weak! Even if she loses, she won’t run home and weep to my uncle. Just relax and play! You don’t have to go easy on her. Just beat her! Let’s do this again. You can’t lose on purpose this time!”
Did I lose on purpose?
She felt like there was something distracting and confusing her in the background, bringing her to defeat when she was still confident and unaware.
But everything happened so quickly that she did not have a chance to react. She almost believed that she did, in fact, lose on purpose.
Forcing a smile, she continued with the game. This time, she was on high alert and was not going to show any mercy. Right from the start, she was very swift in her attacks. Her moves were extremely aggressive, and she used the most brutal and unrelenting way to end the battle without considering Old Master Fletcher’s feelings.
This young girl isn’t easy, but neither am I!
Just like last time, however, she was led to another dead end when she was still full of confidence. She had made exactly ten moves when she heard Sophia squeal, “Checkmate!”
Did I lose again?
Putting down the chess piece, Sophia started to whine, “Irene, I won’t come anymore. You keep letting me win. It’s not fun anymore!”
Irene was dumbfounded. I keep letting her win? I had clearly put in my best effort, but it looked like I was letting her win? If this girl is not naïve, then she is way too smart!
Now, Irene knew that Sophia was not as easy as she might have seemed.
Going along with her, she said, “I’m older than you. It’s only right that I let you win!”
Then, she stood up and excused herself. “I still have things left to do at the troupe. I’m going to head off first. Have fun playing, you guys!”
Sophia waved goodbye to her. “See you, Irene. I’ll visit you often to play chess!”
Irene’s eyes glazed over, but she quickly recovered her expression. “Sounds good. I won’t let you win next time!”
Between the both of them, an intense glare was exchanged. Irene shuddered when she felt the extraordinary aggression from the twenty-year-old girl.
No, I must be mistaken. She’s still in her early twenties! I’ve lived a few years more than she has. What have I not witnessed before? How can I shudder in the presence of a girl who has not experienced real life yet?
The crowd watched Irene leave.
At that moment, the foolish Stanley finally sensed something—he had witnessed an intense battle between two women!
To him, Irene and Michael’s fling happened ages ago and had almost become something that happened in their past lives. Moreover, Irene and Joel were together now.
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