Dublin Cricket & Tennis Club boasted perfection.
Among the facilities provided for the members, one of them was practice partners for those visiting alone. They were usually retired players with winning records from competitions or active players.
Olivia went to the main building’s first-floor desk. It was to inquire about a partner for practice.
“There’s no one available in the schedule right now.”
Olivia smoothed out her disappointed expression and politely asked again, “What about tomorrow’s schedule? I would like to reserve someone who is available.”
“The schedule is already full until the end of this month.”
The employee, who scowled between his eyebrows, responded coldly without even looking at the schedule.
“Understood. Thank you for checking.”
Olivia, expressing gratitude with a proper smile, turned away without delay. She didn’t want to make the powerless employee uncomfortable any further.
A crowded tennis court and a packed schedule.
Olivia let out an indifferent laugh at Dublin Club’s cliché idea.
“No way.”
Russell sat on the sofa, half-lying down, twisting his mustache and exhaling cigarette smoke.
Court 12 was a goldmine for women. With well-maintained grass, there was nothing to do but return to the wall if there was no opponent.
Now, what will you do, Olivia Blanchett?
Hehe, a laugh escaped.
Charles said it was a bit small, but this was not a matter of small or big.
It had been 150 years.
It was a noble task to uphold the history that had been passed down for such a long time, and it was a dignified task to protect the pride that had never been trampled upon.
He was the guardian of this weighty mission, a destiny that his son, his son’s son, and generations to come must protect.
So, it meant that no ordinary woman, especially a mere illegitimate child, could dirty it. How dare she.
Let anyone face a woman. They will give disadvantages and drive her out of the club.
The bulging eyes soon indulged in the green landscape beyond the large window, observing it with satisfaction. His mouth twitched with contentment.
Olivia went through alternative options one by one. The least welcoming outcome was the equipment storage. Enough of that. Olivia shook her head slightly.
She truly wanted to smash the glass. When she thought of the man leaning against the window ledge and smiling, her cheek tingled.
Footsteps occasionally echoed in the lobby. Sunshine poured in through the long windows from the top to the bottom of each tall window. Olivia’s face, now reddened, seemed to worry Ann.
“Let’s go back today. Miss.”
Olivia turned her head to Ann, who was quietly walking beside her.
“Yes, Ann!”
As if she didn’t know that Ann was there, Olivia warmly grabbed her arm.
“Oh, Miss?”
Enlarged eyes sparkled. Ann’s eyes widened in surprise. However, Olivia’s eyes, like a star losing its light, soon dimmed.
It would be challenging.
Olivia didn’t have confidence to train Ann and put her on the court within three weeks. Time was dangerously short.
What should she do?
Olivia’s despondent gaze wandered through the air. The gaze, moving along the mahogany stairs bathed in a reddish light, touched a portrait on the wall.
Men in white tennis attire, each holding a silver trophy with bright smiles.
The gaze, which was enjoying the portraits of the winners one by one, fixed on the third photo from the end.
Ah!
A delighted sigh mixed with joy flowed through Olivia’s crimson lips.
Edgar.
It was unmistakably that man.
His wet hair, as if it could drop sweat any moment, was impressively moist.
He laughed at the usual sight.
Edgar Lancaster of Ranslotte, adequately languid, moderately affectionate, and reasonably arrogant.
“Ann. That’s the person.”
Olivia’s voice was excited.
“That person, it seems he won.”
Olivia had a bright face like a child who couldn’t boast about her precious possession.
“Impressive.”
Following the movement of glancing between Ann and the portrait, Olivia’s hair, now grown to her shoulders, tickled Olivia’s cheeks.
The once white cheeks, which had found their color again, were reminded of the blush.
Just when Olivia was deeply immersed in the photo, the lobby became noisy.
Olivia and Ann reflexively turned their heads.
A group of men entered the entrance. They also saw Olivia.
The noisy sounds disappeared in the lobby, replaced by a cold gaze and a static atmosphere.
An uncomfortable current, as uncomfortable as the narrowing street, circulated.
A man who approached Olivia threateningly as if to bump into her passed by narrowly. She knew him too.
Unlucky.
Russell Junior’s judgment was rapidly distorted. It was because of encountering Olivia Blanchett.
“How can you lose to such a woman? Did you hit with your foot?”
The laughing young aristocrats, receiving the polite greeting from the staff, entered the lounge.
The club lounge, crowded with customers during lunchtime, had its fair share of guests. They sat around the table directly below the chandelier.
“Even if you play with your foot, you’ll win, right?”
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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