บททั้งหมดของ A Wife For Him (Hearts Under Contract): บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 45

Irene looked over at the two older gentlemen from the shipping department who were currently stretching their hamstrings with audible groans. She couldn't deny the contrast. The purple team was made up of twenty-something gym enthusiasts Daniel had financed, while her yellow team looked like a neighborhood garage sale.A sharp spike of fear hit Irene’s stomach as she looked from the muscular purple team back to her own elderly runners. She shook her head silently, a cold sweat breaking out on the back of her neck. Can we actually pull this off? she thought, a rare moment of doubt clouding her mind.But she quickly forced a bright, reassuring smile onto her face, stepping forward to clap Sarah on the shoulder. “Hey, stop that. You have to have hope. Have faith that we will win also speed isn’t just about muscles, it’s about the handoff and the drive. We’ve practiced this.”“Well, I just hope so,” Sarah sighed, wiping her sweaty palms against her yellow track pants. “Honestly, Irene, if

Down on the field, the exact second Daniel saw that Irene had lined up in lane four, his possessive, hyper-competitive instincts flared into a volcanic blaze. He didn't say a single word to his coaches. With pure, unyielding arrogance, he marched directly over to the purple team representative who was currently preparing to hop for lane three. Daniel ruthlessly yanked the burlap sack right out of the employee’s hands, giving the terrified man a single, freezing look that sent the clerk sprinting back to the bench.Daniel stepped into lane three, standing directly beside Irene.The proximity was instant and suffocating. Irene didn't look at him, but she could feel the intense, rigid heat radiating off his tall frame. Daniel stepped into his sack, pulling the rough material up to his waist with a fluid, arrogant flick of his wrists, his dark eyes cutting a sideways glance toward her bare waist and high ponytail.“You look ridiculous, assistant,” Daniel murmured, his voice dropping into

The gap began to close at a terrifying speed.Ten paces became eight. Eight paces became five.Daniel had collected his purple baton with a fluid, powerful stride, his long legs eating up the asphalt as he raced down lane three. He was running with all his brute, masculine strength, his chest heaving under his white shirt, but he could hear the rapid, sharp rhythmic beat of her sneakers closing in on his right side. He cut a sideways glance toward her, his dark eyes widening as he saw her curvy figure moving with absolute, flawless determination right beside his shoulder at the sixty-meter mark.They were neck and neck, their tracksuits a blur of purple and yellow as they hurtled toward the final thirty meters. The white ribbon line was right ahead. The crowd was completely out of their seats, screaming so loudly the concrete stadium structures were literally vibrating.Then, disaster struck.As Irene pushed her body to its absolute maximum velocity, her right sneaker hit a microscopi