“Ha!”
With a heavy breath, the woman reached up towards the sky. In that moment, it seemed as if time had stopped, and only Olivia Blanchett was moving.
The clear morning sunlight shone as the woman leaped into the air.
Edgar let out a small sigh.
Her blouse slipped out of her waistband, revealing her skin as she struck the ball with her racket without hesitation.
The woman cheered as she landed lightly.
Leaning against the window frame, Edgar watched her intently.
Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, vibrant against the spring day. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Her movements with the tennis racket looked quite familiar, and her hair, tied up in one, waved softly with each motion.
She had a habit of tapping the toe of her shoe with her racket before serving, followed by bouncing the ball three times.
A small growl echoed again.
Like a predator leaping towards its prey, the woman jumped again for another serve.
“Ha-ha!”
Her breath, flushed and excited, seemed to reach him even from afar.
Her movements to smoothly send the ball over the net were powerful and without excess. She moved like a sleek, slender black panther.
When she was tired, she used a two-handed backhand, accompanied by the same wild cry that had disrupted his sleep.
Edgar burst into laughter.
In a gentleman’s sport like tennis, it was customary for both players and spectators to remain silent. Especially ladies were expected to maintain their grace even when striking the ball. The way she threw herself into the game was unheard of.
She was a woman with a frightening determination to win.
Edgar’s gaze deepened.
Did Johan’s wife possess such talent?
Britain was a country crazy about roses and tennis. The annual Lytton Flower Festival and the Dumbleton Tennis Tournament were prime examples.
The newly completed Dumbleton stadium was a project undertaken by the Lancelot Company.
The stadium, adjacent to the Dumbleton Club, featured 19 tournament grass courts, 22 practice grass courts, 8 clay courts, 5 indoor courts – truly a world-class facility.
There were also a museum, restaurants, cafes, and souvenir shops.
Edgar, sympathizing with the tennis-obsessed prince, planned to turn his domain, Dumbleton, into a holy land for tennis.
And the fruit of his five years of labor would be realized in two months.
Olivia Blanchett.
His eyes deepened as he observed the woman racing across the grass.
She would be an excellent promotional tool for the successful start of this venture, especially in the women’s singles, which had become problematic due to Princess Annblyn.
A beautiful divorced woman, proof of infidelity, and the winner of the Dumbleton Trophy.
There could be no more dramatic a story. Her unique style of play would provide ample entertainment.
The question was whether she was interested in the Dumbleton Championship.
Edgar’s lips curved into a gentle smile.
The friendly match between the two ladies soon ended. The victorious player’s face shone with joy in the morning sunlight.
Edgar, quite satisfied, turned away. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and walked over to the nightstand to ring a bell. Shortly after, Gerald entered.
“I’ll take a quick shower and join you. I’ll have scrambled eggs with mushrooms and cheese, and coffee.”
“Got it.”
Responding to Elaine’s request, Olivia smiled gently. The two decided to have a late breakfast together in Olivia’s room.
After parting with Elaine in the elevator, Olivia Blanchett’s face bore a smile. Moving her body to the point of sweating profusely after a long time felt refreshing.
“Weren’t you bored?”
“No, I actually enjoyed it.”
Anne smiled in response.
Although Olivia had told Elaine that she played tennis occasionally with Johan, Anne knew that wasn’t true. However, she didn’t ask anything about it.
Anne had been observing Olivia since she was six years old. Perhaps she vaguely sensed something. That Olivia was wearing a shell, hiding her true self.
“Do you have something to say?”
“Eh? No, no.”
Olivia, walking beside Anne, shook her head.
“We should play together next time. I’ll teach you.”
“That’s impossible. I won’t even get into the tennis court without being kicked out.”
As Anne approached the room, she fished the key out of her handbag and inserted it into the lock.
“… Miss, did I forget to lock the door?”
“What’s wrong?”
“The door…”
Anne’s face tensed up.
“… It’s open.”
Olivia and Anne’s eyes widened as they looked at each other.
Anne, swallowing nervously, pressed her ear against the door of the room.
Someone was inside.
‘What should we do?’
Anne asked Olivia with a look.
“Let’s go in.”
“No, Miss, what if it’s a burglar? I’ll go get someone.”
Anne whispered in a tense voice, barely audible to Olivia.
“If it’s a clumsy thief who can’t even properly lock a door, we can handle it. Anne.”
Moreover, it was too obvious a time for a robbery. Only a fool would choose this moment.
“But still…”
Anne hesitated.
Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.
Synopsis:
Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.
Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.
Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.
Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.
There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.
