When Love Breaks (Josephine) novel Chapter 221

"I see. I'll be counting on you to take care of my niece."

"No problem."

After discussing work briefly, Josephine finally turned to look at Ethan.

She was surprised to see him wearing a white sportswear set that had the same style and colors as hers.

It almost looked like they were wearing a couple's matching set.

Matthew seemed to notice as well. He looked down at his own black sportswear and chuckled. "Are you two teaming up to exclude me?"

"Me and him? We're of different genders and heights. How are we supposed to team up?"

Josephine patted Ethan's shoulders and compared their height differences. She was a full head shorter than him.

She quickly suggested, "But Mr. Frye, if you want to play one against two, I don't mind."

"Forget it." Matthew laughed. "I can barely handle him. If you join in, wouldn't I be crushed?"

Only when Matthew saw Josephine did he notice that something was definitely going on between Ethan and her.

It looked like he was going to be a third wheel today.

He looked at Ethan helplessly. "How are we going to play with three people? Don't tell me you two have decided to team up and take turns to play against me.

"I'm older, so I don't think I can keep up with you two stamina-wise."

Ethan smiled. "Actually, it's the other way around. The two of you will take turns playing me."

Then, he turned to Josephine. "Have you played squash before?"

Josephine had to suppress her laughter.

Not only had she played before, she was professionally trained. Back when she was overseas, she learned from a professional player.

After a while, she was practically unbeatable.

Seeing how confident Ethan was to even suggest a one or two, she couldn't help but want to mess with him.

"I've played, but I'm not that good."

Matthew laughed heartily. "Perfect. We're both amateurs, but as long as we work together, we might be able to take him down!"

The moment she left, the match on the other court began.

Failing to do so would lead to losing a point.

It was a sport that demanded judgment, quick reflexes, and explosive movement. This was why warming up was critical.

Sure enough, even though Matthew's serves looked ferocious, Ethan could return them easily.

That being said, Ethan was rather generous. He would make sure to feed Matthew some easier shots before scoring the point.

After the match, Matthew was sitting on the floor, drenched in sweat.

He wiped the sweat off his face and gave Ethan a thumbs up. "Damn, you're good!"