Chapter 1121


    Thssa stiffened, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She didn''t need to nce over her


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    shoulder to know who it was.


    "You..." Thssa began to speak.


    "Don''t move, just swing the club like I showed you," came Lysander’s deep, resonant voice, his warm


    breath brushing against her sensitive skin behind her ear, sending a tickle down her neck. Hisrge


    hand enveloped hers, guiding her to adjust her grip on the golf club.


    Pressed against Lysander''s muscr, warm chest, Thssa could feel the rise and fall of his breath,


    making her own breathing heavy and her heart erratic.


    With his arms encircling her, teaching her the stance for a golf swing, they looked intimate and


    suggestive from afar.


    Moments ago, Susan had been mocking Thssa, but the sight before her left her wide-eyed in shock.


    Jealousy and resentment made her breathing erratic, and she fixated her gaze on the pair wrapped up


    in each other, grinding her teeth in silent fury.


    Lucy was equally stunned by the scene, her previous confidence frozen in ce.


    Ethan sipped his juice, chuckling, "All that set-up, I knew Lysander had something up his sleeve."


    Meanwhile, Thssa was blissfully unaware of the envious stares and hostile res directed her way.


    Lysander''s formidable presence enveloped her, making her breath feel almost involuntary.


    Once he had positioned her correctly and she had a firm hold on the club, Lysander''s velvety voice


    whispered in her ear, "Swing it like this—quick, urate, and precise, one good shot."


    After sharing his secret, Lysander stepped back, his prating gaze fixed on Thssa.


    As the heat from his body receded, and his dominant aura retreated, Thssa''s consciousness


    snapped back into ce, her heartbeat normalized, and her breathing steadied.


    Following the posture Lysander had set for her, Thssa took a deep breath, focused on the white golf


    ball, and swung with all her might.


    The ball soared through the air in a graceful arc.


    Susan watched the ball take flight, her heart racing with nervous unease. Silently, she prayed it


    wouldn''t fly too far or sink into the hole.


    But then, right before her eyes, the ball sailed past hers and dropped precisely into the hole a short


    distance away.


    Susan''s heart plummeted.


    Thssa watched the ball disappear into the hole and turned around with a smile, "I won!"


    Susan''s face twisted with vexation and anger, "You cheated, getting Lysander to coach you. That''s not


    a fair win!"


    Thssa retorted, "Lysander is my coach, and I don''t recall us agreeing that coaching on the spot was


    against the rules?"


    Thssa had dared to challenge Susan with golf—a game she was not adept at—confident that


    Lysander would step in when it mattered. Her earlier conversation had hinted at Lysander being her


    coach, and he had just given her a private lesson.


    If she had lost, how embarrassing it would have been for Lysander as her coach? To salvage his pride,


    he wouldn''t have let her lose.


    The oue was a bet well won.


    "What? Lysander is your coach?" Susan was dumbfounded, her disbelief ping-ponging between


    Thssa and Lysander, recalling Thssa''s earlier insinuations about her ''extraordinary'' coach while


    she had scoffed and taunted.


    Damn, she had lost to Thssa and had managed to offend Lysander!


    Susan felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown.