Take Me Away novel Chapter 93

There were a lot of bullet holes on the target, and Fiona was hoping that she could hit the target too. However, to her disappointment, she missed it.

"You're not holding the gun right." Spencer made his way towards her and stood behind her. His chest pressed against her back as he lifted her hand and said, "Just like this."

At that moment, Fiona couldn't think of anything else—she was distracted by the idea of Spencer being so close to her, his chest pressed against her back and his hand that was holding hers. Although she was dressed in heavy cotton clothes, she could feel the warmth coming from behind. She could feel his hot breath from behind her neck. She felt as if her mind had gone blank.

"Did you hear what I said?" Suddenly, he raised his voice.

"Hmm? What did you say?" Fiona asked in confusion

"You have a real gun in your hand! This can kill people! Be careful!" Spencer sounded slightly angry. Perhaps, it was his natural instinct since they were at the shooting range and he knew that they needed to be extra careful. With the way he was acting, he absolutely looked like a leader.

Fiona bit her lips, feeling dissatisfied. He was the one who wanted her to learn how to shoot and this was her first time trying. How could he expect for her to get it right away? Damn it!

"Okay," Fiona said dejectedly.

"Keep your hand steady. Let's try it again!" With that, he lifted her hand and commanded, "Shot!"

Bang!

Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger and shot towards the target.

"Nine points!" the reporter shouted.

"Nine points?" Fiona's eyes suddenly lit up. With some pride and disbelief, she said, "Wow! Awesome! Did you see that, Spencer? Nine points!"

Spencer withdrew his hand, raising his eyebrows. Seeing how excited Fiona was, he nodded and said, "Yes, awesome. Next time, can you aim for the bull's eye?"

"Probably." Even though her fingers were freezing, her interest had been aroused now. She raised her gun and said, "Let's see how powerful I am!" After she spoke, she shot the target again.

Bang!

"One point!"

For a moment, Fiona just stared at the target. After a while, as a way to comfort herself, she mumbled, "Well, I hit the target. I've made progress."

Spencer laughed, amused by his wife. He then took out a pair of thick ear muffs and placed them over her ears.

"What?" Fiona turned her head to look at him, her eyes blinking. The ear muffs she wore suited her so well that she looked adorable.

"Nothing. They can keep you warm." Patting her head, Spencer felt warm in his heart. "Just keep shooting. You can rest once you make the bull's eye."

Fiona frowned. "The bull's eye? How can I even do that?"

"How is that impossible? Consider the target as your enemy. If you miss the target, you die."

"What?" Holding the gun in her hand, Fiona couldn't help but feel nervous. She slightly turned her head and asked Spencer, "Is it really that serious? I'm not going to the battlefield. Am I in such grave danger?"

After a while, Spencer sighed as he explained, "I was just using a metaphor." With that, he waved to the coach as if to tell him to come over.

"Mr. Cheng!" The coach ran over and saluted.

"Could you go get a dummy target?" He paused for a moment and added, "The most realistic one."

"Yes, sir!"

As Fiona gazed at Spencer, her heart beat wildly at the sight of his handsome face.

"Now all that's left is practice." With a pistol in his hand, he continued, "Look at my position. My arm is stable and my eyes are focused. Think of the target as my enemy. Either he dies or I die. Be quick and fight without any hesitation."

Bang!

After he spoke, he pulled the trigger and the bullet went straight to the target. It landed right in the middle of its shoulder.

In an instant, the target dropped its gun.

Fiona wasn't able to help herself—she clapped her hands in admiration.

Spencer turned and opened his mouth, intending to say something. But when he met Fiona's gaze, his heart began to palpitate. He had to admit that the way Fiona was looking at him filled him with so much pride.

Snow was still falling and the sky was a vast white blanket. Only Fiona and Spencer stood in the middle of the shooting range.

"Yes. Hold your gun. Don't move your hand. Push.

Aiming for the arm should be your last option. It's still better if you aim for the head or the heart, understand?

Just try it out first. Don't be afraid..."

He instructed Fiona carefully as he stood behind her. A layer of snowflakes scattered throughout her hair.

"Hey, look at Mr. Cheng! I've never seen him this patient!" one of the soldiers outside the shooting range whispered to the other. "If we shoot like that, we would have been kicked a long time ago."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" the other soldier said and looked towards the field. "That's Mrs. Cheng! Of course, Mr. Cheng needs to teach her himself. No matter how badly she shoots, Mr. Cheng couldn't possibly be mean or violent to her."