After Death, Love Unveiled

Chapter 214

Asher had always been a fiercely competitive person. In every aspect of life, he considered himself highly capable. But then there was Lysander.

Lysander was like his kryptonite. It had been this way since their school days, now, even in a casual tennis match. Asher had initially wanted to spar with Lysander. On some level, he genuinely wanted to outshine him. But now, Asher deeply regretted agreeing to this. While Asher was exhausted, Lysander was a different story entirely.

Lysander could easily have won three sets to zero without breaking a sweat. Yet every time he reached match point, he deliberately held back. This stretched the game so long that it felt endless.

Asher couldn't even walk away, though he desperately wanted to

Crispin stood beside Elara, watching the match. "Good thing it's not me Lysander's toying with. If I were Asher, I'd want to bang my head against the wall by now," Crispin said.

Leaving mid-game would be humiliating. But staying meant enduring Lysander's playful torment.

Elara glanced at Lysander standing there, his calm demeanor masking a childish streak. "If he dislikes Asher so much, why does he even bother playing with him?"

"I don't think he dislikes him that much," Crispin replied. "Honestly, I think he kind of likes Asher. Back in school, if Asher entered a competition, Lysander always joined too." Elara turned to Crispin, surprised. "You're kidding."

"Nope. It's true," Crispin said confidently. "He's always been like that. Don't tell me you never noticed?"

Lysander usually appeared indifferent to most things, yet when it came to Asher, he was strangely competitive.

Crispin used to find it puzzling. But when he realized Lysander liked Elara, everything suddenly made sense. Nearby, Adair was also watching the game.

At first, seeing the evenly matched back-and-forth, she had felt reassured. But as time went on, with Asher panting and exhausted while Lysander remained completely unfazed, she realized Lysander was just toying with him. He intentionally sent sharp, tricky shots to force Asher to run back and forth. Adair wanted to step in and tell Asher to just surrender already.

Finally, the game ended. Asher, drenched in sweat, threw his racket onto the ground in frustration and stormed off the

court.

Spotting Elara chatting with Crispin, Asher paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. Crispin greeted him cheer fully. "Mr Blackwood, great effort out there! Why don't you join us for lunch? We've got everything set up." "No, thanks," Asher replied curtly.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you're a sore loser?" Crispin teased "Lysander rarely agrees to dine with anyone. If he's willing to eat with you, you should take the chance."

pressed his lips together tightly, his gaze shifting to Elara. Knowing

himself in front of Lysander, to salvage a little pride. Instead, Lysander

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He walked straight up to Elara. "You're awake?" he

saw you were asleep and didn't want to disturb you," Lysander said. "I couldn't fall

you end up playing with Asher?" Elara asked, her curiosity piqued. Normally, they

we ran into each other, and he agreed to play, so

Elara's father and about to marry Adair. Technically, they were all in the same circle now. If he was not avoiding him, why should

Lysander's calm expression and couldn't help but laugh.

just a sore loser. It's not like I did it on purpose,"

the day, whenever he lost, his face would

without much interaction between them. Perhaps Asher had forgotten how things used to be, and Lysander figured it was a good time to

restaurant's ready. Let's head over. I invited Asher earlier, but I'm not sure if he'll show up. Lysander nodded. "Alright." They headed to the restaurant. They didn't think

with a grin. "Mr. Blackwood,

I not come?" Asher replied, his gaze shifting to Lysander,

on the court still

all, having a chance to interact with Lysander was an opportunity in

and Adair took their seats. Elara, seated beside Lysander, was busy piling food onto his plate. The sight instantly shattered Asher's fragile composure, which he had only just managed to

in again. 'Why have I agreed to have this meal with them?' he wondered. From the start, all

gracious to invite him. It was just

here to bear it. You'll get used to it, Mr. Blackwood." Forcing a

the restaurant with Adair trailing behind him. Seeing him

up, Adair said, "If it makes you this upset, why bother coming? They invite you,

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said bluntly. "That's why he