Chapter 520


    At the tennis court, Heather had changed into her tennis outfit and it brought out an adorable, preppy


    charm to her appearance. It was as if she had a Midas touch that allowed her to turn even the inest


    of clothes into chic attire.


    The tennis outfit ttered her silhouette and entuated her curves. Matthias, on the other hand, had


    had to change into his tennis outfit as well, and his day-to-day appearance might mislead one to


    overlook his lean, muscr build.


    He had spent a better part of thest few years training to fill up his frame, so it went without saying


    that he boasted a well-built physique, with a body fat ratio that was rigorously maintained at 10 percent.


    His towering height gave the impression that he was neither strong nor athletic, but the truth was such


    that he packed a punch stronger than that of a world boxing champion.


    Presently, he saw that Heather was poised to serve the ball. He tightened his grip on his tennis racket,


    trying to feel and familiarize himself with its weight. This was his first time ying tennis and though he


    had absorbed as much as he could from his lessons, there were still a couple of techniques he had yet


    to master.


    Not wanting to appear weak before his opponent, he frowned and tried to imitate Heather’s posture.


    She was standing with her feet slightly apart and her knees were bent as she came to a low squat, her


    soles firmly nted on the ground.


    She looked like she was ready to serve and Matthias stared at the ball in her hand intently, knowing


    that there was little else he could do other than to wing it.


    He was confident in his own athletic abilities and he was sure that he could return her serve despite not


    having grasped the proper stance or posture. On the other side of the, Heather was appraising him


    with a taunting gleam in her eyes as a smirk tugged on her lips. The service was just as important to


    her as it was to him and she couldn’t wait to see him defeated.


    The very next moment, her racket mmed against the ball and she sent it hurtling toward him at


    incredible velocity. Matthias, on the other hand, was calm as he flicked his racket, looking handsome


    and dashing as he aimed to return the serve. His stance was unaffected by hisck of knowledge in


    tennis.


    However, his racket made contact with thin air as the ball flew past it. He stared in disbelief as the ball


    bounced and rolled to a stop on the far side of the court. I missed it, he thought in bewilderment.


    Frustrated, he couldn’t believe that he was humiliated at the start of the game. Meanwhile, Heather was


    smiling pleasantly, somewhat relieved that he missed the return.


    She could tell from his stiff and clumsy posture that he waspletely unfamiliar with tennis and


    fortunately for her, she had chosen such a battlefield to finally demolish his triumph. She was beginning


    to get sick from having him lord his superiority over her whenever they were together.


    Now, she could finally dominate him on the tennis court. At the sight of the smug look on her face,


    Matthias was no longer embarrassed of his early defeat and he felt his heart swell at how happy he had


    made her.


    “Director Locke, it looks like you need to work on your techniques,” she sang challengingly, her voice


    carrying over the court. She looked young and vibrant as she swung her racket back and forth.


    “I’m afraid you’ll have to keep training with me then, Miss Langston,” he answered courteously,


    shedding the assertive demeanor he had put on back at the art gallery.


    Heather marveled at the way he could be gentlemanly for a minute and domineering the next, and his


    mood swings could give anyone a whish. He’s more fickle than women are, she thought with


    amusement. However, she felt her heart leap when she fixed her gaze on his fine looks. Matthias was


    beginning to grow on her and the more she looked at him, the more handsome he seemed.


    A devious smile lit up her face as she said, “Then you ought to watch your back.” She had gone easy


    on him when she served the ball earlier, but that did not mean she would hold back for the rest of the


    game.


    “I’ll be sure to give it my all,” he quipped, shing her a kind smile that made her heart thump.


    There were a lot of times when she had inadvertently revealed her true self before him, and it was


    precisely because he could see through all her acts that she felt it was pointless to keep up any


    pretense with him.


    She loved it when she could take off her mask and be in her own skin whenever she was with him.


    Being together with Matthias had its perks, one of which was that she no longer had to hide away her


    real emotions.


    Fuelled by this strange surge of endearment that she had for him, Heather mmed her racket into the


    ball once more in a ruthless stroke. The ball flew toward him at high speed and she prayed that it would


    brush past his shoulder so that she might secure a second triumph.


    Matthias was taken aback by how ruthless she was as the ball whooshed past his cor, a breath away


    from hitting his neck.


    The thud of the ball hitting the ground seemed to echo around them. He could still feel the breeze from


    when the ball flew past his neck and his skin prickled at the very close call. He berated himself for


    letting down his guard in the first ce—he should not have underestimated her thirst for vengeance.


    He was itching to ask her if she was a Scorpio, because it would ount for her tendencies to seek


    revenge. Heather, on the other hand, was standing on the other side of the court, smiling as she tilted


    her head to assess him. The pink tennis outfit she was wearing suited her well and coupled with her


    fresh-faced appearance today, she looked younger and more unassuming than her usual haughty self.


    “You’d better be careful, Director Locke,” she chimed, grinning like the cat who ate the canary. She was


    more than happy to see him struggling.


    “Of course you would find joy in my suffering,” he used exasperatedly.


    She winked at him and offered no reply. At some point during the course of their acquaintance, she


    found that torturing him was what gave her satisfaction.


    Maybe I’m just petty and despicable, she thought with a wicked and triumphant smile on her face.


    Seeing how frustrated he was only made her want to squeal in delight.


    “Looks like somebody missed again,” she sang and she stuck her tongue out yfully. It was almost as


    if the tennis outfit she wore brought out the mischievous and childish side of her.


    “I won’t miss the next one,” Matthias dered confidently and determinedly.


    Heather only shook her head in response. From what she had seen thus far, it would take him a couple


    more misses before he could even return one of her strokes, but she knew better than to underestimate


    him. She was particrly careful the third time as she got into her serving position. Her eyes met his


    over the and it was as though they weremunicating telepathically.


    She was suddenly anxious as she knew that Matthias was a fast learner and absorbed new information


    like a sponge. While she didn’t know how much he had picked up since the beginning of the game, she


    wanted to make sure that he would miss this ball just like he did thest two, so that she could rub her


    triumph in his face. However, she thought about the determined edge in his voice earlier when he said


    he would not miss.


    “Watch out,” she announced after what felt like a long moment. She began to tip her racket forward,


    and Matthias could feel the adrenaline and anxiety sprouting within him.


    He wasser-focused as his eyes focused intently on the ball. I will not miss this one and I’m going to


    return it. He watched as the ball flew toward him like a sh of lightning, and he waited calmly until the


    ball was close to hitting the ground in front of his feet before he swung his racket.


    This time, his racket managed to make contact with the ball and he returned it with surprising precision.


    Heather grew sullen at this, but she did not dwell on it as her eyes followed the movement of the ball


    and she returned it with an agile stroke of her own.


    And so, the both of them sent the ball flying back and forth. Before long, they came to a tie after three


    rounds, which served as a testament to Matthias’ sponge-like ability to retain whatever he had learned.


    He appeared to have mastered tennis within the short span of one hour, and it was hard to tell from the


    way he rallied against Heather that he had never stepped foot inside a tennis court before this.


    Meanwhile, Heather was a fan of intellectuals but there were times when she hated them, such as now.


    She couldn’t help but wish Matthias was a little slower now that he was quickly adapting to the ferocity


    of the game, and it wasn’t long before she found herself in the midst of an actual tennis battle. The


    game no longer brought her the same satisfaction that came from her earlier triumphs.


    “Looks like I’m a fast learner after all, Miss Langston!” Matthias was gloating as he swung his racket,


    pleased with his progress following their hour-long match.


    “I so envy your ability to pick up new things so easily, Director Locke,” she said sarcastically. He’s so


    full of himself and he’s dangling his triumph in front of me on purpose.


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    She was already drained from the match, and she knew that she would spend the next day in bed if


    they were to go on with the game. The gym was bing a foreign ce ever since her return to


    Bradfort City and now that she was confined within the walls of her office on a daily basis, her stamina


    was not the same as it had once been.


    “You happen to be an excellent coach,” he mused, politely giving her the credit.


    Heather was humbled by this but she did not say anything to him in response. Nheless, Matthias


    had a keen eye and he could tell from her bodynguage that she appreciated the credit.


    After a pause, she decided that she should end the game here. Her limbs were already aching from the


    exercise as she called out to him, “Let’s take a break.”


    Matthias’ stamina was far better than hers. He was a man, after all, and he had had professional


    training for a while now. His strength came up to par—if notpletely surpassing—that of a militant in


    the special forces. There had been a time when he thought he might make a living for himself as a


    personal bodyguard should being the director of Locke Group not work out for him.


    Heather found herself a chair and sat down, making herselffortable. As for Matthias, he stood next


    to her, looking like an actual personal bodyguard.


    “Aren’t you tired?” Now that she was seated, Heather had to crane her neck in order to get a good look


    at him and even then, all she could see was the delicate curve of his jawline. She marveled at his


    incredible stamina.


    “Not at all,” he answered as he gazed down at her. Apparently, his features were so perfectly chiseled


    that he looked good from any angle.


    “Stop standing there and sit down. I’ll sprain my neck if I have to keep looking up at you while we talk,”


    she snapped and tore her eyes away. It was hard to suppress the sudden attraction she felt for him at


    that moment, seeing how she was a sucker for handsome faces.


    Upon hearing this, he sat down, taking up most of the space on the bench. She instantly regretted


    asking him to sit and she scooted slightly to the side. However, he inched closer to her, causing her to


    turn and re at the good-looking man next to her.


    His baster skin was glistening with a fineyer of perspiration, and testosterone was practically


    dripping off him as he nudged closer to her. Unlike other men, Matthias did not stink of sweat or body


    odor. In fact, he even smelled a little citrusy despite the vigorous match just now.


    “I remember how you used to look like a zombie back in the day, and now it’s like you’re apletely


    different person,” she remarked thoughtfully. She was curious as to how he had managed to give


    himself such a makeover—from frail and sickly to strong and athletic.


    “There’s infinite potential in everybody, and I just so happen to have cracked God’s password,” he


    joked, his answer as vague and mystifying as the smile on his face.


    “If it’s true that the Locke Family is bursting with talent, how are you so clueless about tennis?” she


    asked, riding her wave of curiosity.


    Matthias did not give her an answer this time and he only offered her a rueful smile. He didn’t want to


    tell her the truth—that hisck of experience in tennis had something to do with her.


    “Okay, fine; don’t tell me.” Heather rose from her seat and made a beeline for a different resting spot,


    but she was infuriated when he followed her like the thick-skinned rascal that he was.


    “It’s because you’ve loved tennis since you were little,” he finally confessed, flushing slightly.


    “Oh—so your hatred for me trantes to your hatred for tennis? That certainly makes sense,” she


    mocked. There was never a quiet moment between the both of them and their rtionship proved to be


    fertile ground for constant bickering.


    “The past is in the past. Must you hold on to it so stubbornly?” he countered somberly. He had been


    determined to let go of the past, even if it meant his love for Myra would wither away in the dark.


    When Heather heard this, she scoffed coldly and retorted, “I don’t think I’m the one who’s having a hard


    time letting go.” How dare he use me? This is a ssic example of the guilty party filing the suit first!


    “I’ve let go but the question is, can you?” Matthias bit out every word, his gaze darkening with the


    emotions that threatened to overwhelm.


    She gave him an odd look. This was the man who had been clinging onto the past with steel-like will,


    yet he stood before her telling her otherwise.


    Should I believe him? There was a somewhat crestfallen look in her eyes as she pondered on his


    words. Indeed, there was nothing in the past for her to cling on to and she wasn’t the one who had had


    her heart broken, so why did the past fill her with so much guilt?