Chapter 4: Creating translation challenges

Until now, Joyce still believes that their meeting wasn't a coincidence, but rather orchestrated by Celina. She knows that even if she explains it to him, he won't believe it. So, just let him think that way.

Celina gently nudged Joyce aside and said, "Whatever you think is up to you."

"Not denying, but silently admitting what I think is correct," Joyce said, then stepped on the gas pedal forcefully. The car accelerated without any warning, causing Celina, who hadn't prepared herself, to lean forward suddenly.

For a while, the car drove in silence, with only the faint sound of the engine. The atmosphere was stifling, making Celina feel like she couldn't breathe. In her head, she was searching for a topic to talk about.

After careful consideration, Celina took a breath and asked, "Are you confident about winning the soccer match today?"

Joyce's gaze remained steady. He wasn't the least bit worried about this matter, as no one had been able to compete with him so far. He spoke up as the car turned left, "I haven't experienced what losing feels like."

With Joyce's response, Celina felt there was nothing more to say. The atmosphere once again sank into silence.

The stadium began to buzz with excitement. Celina looked for a seat, while Joyce had already put on his sports attire at some point.

With all the players assembled, the soccer match was ready to begin.

Joyce's team had possession of the ball most of the time, and the score kept increasing. At this moment, the man's fingers gave a subtle signal to someone. Quickly, Joyce was closely guarded by two or three players, but that couldn't hinder him. From a distance, he shot the ball into the basket, immediately securing a 3-point score.

The cheers echoed through the stands as Joyce looked towards Celina, conveying a message of "Did you see that?" Celina tried to avoid his gaze. Despite not wanting the attention, this man seemed to excel in everything, whether it was work or games. Any girl he paid attention to must be someone destined to save the world in the next life.

Celina blinked awake, wondering what she had just thought. What did that man have to do with her, anyway?

As Celina looked down, she saw Joyce lying on the court. When he jumped up to retrieve the ball, an opponent unexpectedly pushed him down. The match was temporarily halted, even though the outcome was clear with Joyce's team leading by 9 points.

"It's just a sprained wrist," Celina reassured as she took Joyce to the hospital for an examination. Initially, she was worried he might have broken his arm. Remembering those guys who played dirty, she couldn't help but feel resentful, "If they couldn't win, they shouldn't resort to such tricks. You shouldn't play with them again in the future."

Joyce wasn't sure whether he was in pain or if the girl next to him was. Who knows, this might be an opportunity for him.

"Are you worried about me?" Joyce tilted his head and asked. He wanted to observe Celina's reaction.

Celina nodded and quickly explained, "Sooner or later, we'll become a family, so it's natural to worry about each other."

"I didn't expect you to catch on so quickly. I need to learn a lot from you in this regard, little sister," Joyce said with a few more steps. He added, "In the future, this big brother of yours will bother you a lot."

Joyce noticed Celina's avoidance and felt displeased. When he saw Tina enter the room, he immediately raised his voice for those outside to hear, "I didn't invite you in. Get out and call my little sister in here."

Aware of the unpredictable temperament of her employer and his eccentric nature, Tina, afraid of provoking him, tensed up and quickly fled the room.

Celina knew she couldn't escape, she put on her black glasses and walked in, asking: "What do you want with me?"

Joyce, not satisfied, walked up to Celina and took off her glasses. "I'm not sick or exposed anywhere that you need to wear glasses for," she said.

"If I don't want to give them back, what can you do?" Joyce continued to move the glasses back and forth to provoke.

Celina responded, "If you don't return them, I'll have to find a way to take them back." She raised a corner of her mouth, displaying a confident and determined expression.

Joyce, who hadn't anticipated Celina's move, quickly grabbed Joyce's hand to take the glasses back, but she lost her balance and fell into him. Four eyes locked, everything seemed to pause, and in their gaze, only each other existed. After a few seconds, Celina regained her senses and pushed Joyce away forcefully.

Celina's unexpected move caught Joyce off guard, and he couldn't react in time. He was pushed back, letting out a cry as his face contorted in what seemed like excruciating pain.

Startled, Celina rushed to support Joyce. Someone who wouldn't miss the opportunity to tease her, he kept moaning in pain, accusing her of mishandling this and that. He asked for water, books, documents, and at times, even demanded fruit. When she brought him a sliced apple to his room, he suddenly pretended not to want that fruit anymore.

After running a few rounds, Celina felt exhausted. She held the plate of apples and asked, "What fruit do you want me to get for you?"

"Any fruit is fine, as long as it's not an apple," Joyce replied leisurely, sitting in the chair.

"Why didn't you say that from the beginning?" Celina blushed.

"You didn't ask," Joyce raised his hand and elongated his tone, "It hurts so much."

Celina didn't say anything further and turned to leave. As she walked away, she didn't notice the faint smile playing on Joyce's lips.

Just when it seemed like Joyce didn't need anything else, Celina had barely reached the door when she was called back, "Where are you going, sis? Come here and help me type this document."