Chapter 125


    Chapter 125 Embarrassing To Lose


    Kendrick went to the office in the morning to settle some work, and the original schedule in the


    afternoon was supposed to be a meeting with apany president from Jeahron.


    However, the other party was unable to attend the meeting due to some inconvenience. Hence,


    Kendrick had some spare time in the afternoon.


    After checking on Alex’s homework in the afternoon, Kendrick noticed the pleasant weather and


    decided to bring Alex to y at the tennis court.


    Alex had taken an interest in tennis after attending elementary school.


    Joyce then found an instructor who woulde to their ce and conduct lessons twice a week. After


    more than a year, Alex had learned to y quite well.


    However, with Kendrick as his opponent, Alex was only inviting defeat.


    All three siblings from the Sce family yed tennis really well.


    Thus, Kendrick would not show leniency toward Alex just because his son was still young.


    After a few rounds, Alex’s face was flushed, and he was sweating profusely. Just picking up the tennis


    ball exhausted Alex, who kept panting heavily.


    When Alex saw his father being calm and collected, he lost his temper and threw the racket angrily on


    the ground. “I quit!”


    “Pick it up.” Kendrick pointed to the racket on the ground.


    His voice was very gentle, but his tone left no room for objection.


    Alex pouted his lips stubbornly. After a while, he replied reluctantly, “I’m tired. I need to rest!”


    Kendrick then said, “Pick it up. Alex, don’t make me repeat it for the third time.”


    It was a long standoff between Alex and Kendrick before the little boy eventually bent down and picked


    up the tennis racket.


    Kendrick’s expression gradually softened a little.


    He then took a bottle of water, walked toward Alex, and opened the bottle cap before handing it to the


    boy.


    Before Alex reached out to take the bottle, he hesitated for two seconds as he stared into his father’s


    eyes. Then, he lifted his head and gulped the water down quickly.


    Kendrick frowned slightly and reminded him, “Drink slowly.”


    Alex drank half of the water in the bottle before handing it back to Kendrick.


    As he tightened the bottle cap, Kendrick asked, “Can you tell me what you did wrong?”


    Alex pondered for a while before he murmured, “I shouldn’t have thrown the racket.”


    Kendrick wiped the sweat off Alex’s face with a towel. “Although you appeared to throw a racket, in


    reality. you threw your manners away. Losing a match is normal. It’s not embarrassing at all. However,


    it’s embarrassing if you can’t afford to lose.”


    Alex pondered what his father said as if he understood what Kendrick meant.


    After a while, he pouted and said, “But I don’t want to lose.”


    Kendrick replied, “If you don’t want to lose, you should practice hard and defeat your opponents


    ording to your abilities.”


    “It’s not that easy!” Alex scoffed inwardly.


    Alex was still feeling upset when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. He waved excitedly after


    taking a closer look.


    “Uncle Chris!”


    After hearing Alex’s shout, Kendrick turned around to find Christopher walking up to them after entering


    the


    tennis court.


    Once Christopher was near them, Kendrick asked, “Weren’t you in Romdale? Why did youe


    back?”


    Christopher pinched Alex’s face and said, “So you’re allowed to spend the weekend, but I can’t?”


    He then nced at the racket in Alex’s hand and asked, “How about a match?”


    Thest time both brothers yed tennis together was when Christopher was still in college.


    Kendrick said, “Come on.”


    Christopher took off his shirt and threw it aside, wearing only a white undershirt.


    After he took the racket from Alex, he picked up the tennis ball on the ground. Seeing that Kendrick


    was ready, Christopher arched his body like a bow as the green tennis ball shot out into the air like an


    arrow, creating a long, green swirl behind it.


    The serve was so strong that he did not intend to give his opponent any chance at all.


    Christopher’s temperament was simr to his ying style. With immense confidence and pride, he


    would usually attack andpletely subdue any opponent that he faced. Despite that, Christopher was


    extremely weak and useless in defense.


    Kendrick knew Christopher’s techniques and skills well. He also saw Christopher was already in a foul


    mood ever since thetter arrived at the tennis court, which was why he had mentally prepared himself


    for the strong attacks. Thus, he returned the ball wlessly.


    Likewise, Christopher was familiar with Kendrick’s ying style.


    Kendrick was a meticulous and tenacious person who was used to both offensive and defensive y in


    tennis. He could only try his best to resist and wait for the ideal moment to strike while facing such a


    strong offensive opponent as Christopher.


    However, if both parties were evenly matched, time and physical strength were key factors in


    determining the


    winner.


    It was evident that Christopher, who was in his twenties, had a huge advantage over Kendrick, who


    was already in his forties.


    After half an hour of high-intensity exercise, Kendrick’s stamina was clearly wearing thin. Meanwhile,


    Christopher was drenched in sweat to the point that he could even wring a bucket of sweat from his


    undershirt, but his form still appeared powerful, as if every cell in his body had been activated.


    The ball whizzed past the racket in Kendrick’s hand and finallynded on the ground far away.


    Panting, Christopher smiled and said, “Ken, it’s fine to admit defeat if you can’t win against me.”


    Alex chimed in, “That’s right! It’s not embarrassing to admit defeat; it’s only embarrassing if you can’t


    afford to lose. You’re awesome, Uncle Chris!” Alex then gave Christopher two thumbs-ups.


    Kendrick was speechless.


    After leaving the tennis court, Christopher returned to his room to take a shower before heading to the


    study. to look for Kendrick.


    It was as if Kendrick expected his brother toe looking for him as he made coffee and waited for


    Christopher.


    After sitting down, Christopher picked up the cup of coffee, observed the dark, golden color of it, and


    took a whiff of the scent before taking a sip of the freshly brewed coffee.


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    Despite being slightly bitter, the aftertaste was mellow and smooth.


    After setting the cup down, Christopher leanedzily against the chair and casually stretched his long.


    slender legs before saying, “The reason you sent me to Romdale isn’t as simple as temporarily


    recing Mr. Foster, is it?”


    “Oh?” Without making any changes in his expression, Kendrick sipped the tea and said, “Do tell me


    how hard it is.”