Chapter 142
Chapter 142
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At the sound of her footsteps, Roy slowly turned away from the window. Beneath the lowered brim of his baseball cap, only a pair of dark brown eyes were visible.
He gave Winter a slight nod.
She snapped out of it, walked over, and asked casually, “It’s so warm in here. Don’t you get hot wearing a cap and gloves p>
After seeing him a few times, she had realized that even though Roy was a little cold, he was actually pretty easy to get along with. Without even noticing it, she had started speaking to him much more casually.
Roy lowered his eyes and glanced at the black gloves on his hands, then took out his phone and typed a reply.
“It doesn’t bother me p>
Even without a voice, the words still felt cool and distant.
Winter smiled. “Okay, good p>
After setting down her water bottle, she began stretching and warming up.
Roy stood off to the side with his arms crossed, watching her calm and impassive as she bounced and stretched all over the place.
But Winter’s mind was racing.
She kept replaying that strange sense of familiarity from just now.
As she rotated her wrists, she stole another glance at Roy’s build out of the corner of her eye.
“I’m warmed up. Let’s start p>
Winter bounced twice in place, fists clenched, then launched herself at Roy as soon as he stepped into position across from her.
She learned fast. All the moves were already in her head. She still lacked strength, but her punches and strikes were no longer just for show.
Even so, in front of Roy, her attacks were still nowhere near enough. He dodged everything with ease.
Winter missed completely.
Just as she was about to hit the floor, Roy reached out to catch her.
But instead of letting him pull her up, she grabbed his wrist.
Right by her ear, she heard his breathing tighten.
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Winter stared at the eyes shadowed beneath the brim of his baseball cap, then suddenly blurted out,” Gavin p>
But those eyes showed nothing except cool indifference, flat and still as a frozen lake. There was no reaction at all to the name.
A flicker of doubt rose in Winter’s chest. Had she really been wrong?
But for that one brief moment, Roy’s back had looked so much like Gavin’s. And she knew Gavin had once worked as a mercenary too. His skills were exceptional. That was why she had wanted to test it. With a sharp twist of his wrist, Roy hauled her back to her feet, pulling her close for a split second.
Winter didn’t want to miss a thing. She kept her eyes fixed on him. His dark brown eyes were cold as ice. A black birthmark stretched from the corner of his left eye down to the edge of his mask, and the outer corner of his right eye drooped slightly.
Gavin’s face was clean and fair. He didn’t have a birthmark like that.
But she barely had a second to react. With Roy’s skills, if she missed this chance, she would never get another one.
Before she could get a proper look at his eyes, her hand had already caught the magnetic clasp on his glove.
By the time she realized she had the wrong person, it was too late to stop.
The clasp on Roy’s left glove came loose, and the glove was pulled off into her hand.
It was a lean hand, but from wrist to fingertips, it was covered in thick, raised scars.
This wasn’t Gavin’s hand.
She had overthought the whole thing.
Winter’s face went pale, then flushed red. She stood there and let out an awkward laugh. “Uh… wow. My hand slipped p>
Roy didn’t say word. He simply held out his hand, took the glove back from her, and put it on again.
Winter’s fingertips had gone stiff, but she forced herself to keep a straight face.
Only now did she understand why Roy always wore gloves.
His hands were covered in scars.
What she had just done was basically rubbing salt straight into his wounds.
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