Rural Belle & Three Heirs by Harper Hall

Chapter 36 His Basketball Skills Are Lacking

Philip sighed, his hand still on his head. "If we played for another two hours, I'm sure he could knock me silly!"

Chloe burst out laughing at Philip's words. "His aim does suck," she said, trying to console him. "Don't be mad. He only hit you several times. Later, you can lead the guys and make his purse flat. Get him to buy us a membership card for that Japanese restaurant, and we'll eat there for a month."

Philip's eyes lit up at the thought. To get back at Grant for his earlier mischief, he rallied his basketball buddies, and they made a beeline for the expensive dining spot.

After a long day, Chloe dragged herself back to the Martin Mansion, utterly exhausted. She flopped onto the sofa, hugging her knees, and started to complain. In her hometown in the Northwest, she'd been known for her boundless energy; Nicholas had even affectionately called her a monkey, because she used to run every day without feeling tired. But since moving to Sovereign City a month ago, she hadn't exercised much, and today's basketball game had really taken a toll on her.

Michael, who had finished work early, noticed her state and sat down next to her, curious. "Chloe, what did Grant have you do today?"

"We played basketball," Chloe said, rubbing her aching waist.

As Michael learned about their basketball session, a look of surprise crossed his face. Given Grant's prowess on the court, Michael assumed Chloe must have struggled. He remembered the few times he had played with Grant himself, often finding his legs like jelly after just picking up the ball.

good at basketball, right?" Michael asked, expecting some

in her brow accentuating the mole on her face. "Honestly, besides his stamina, his skills are pretty bad," she complained. "His shooting is terrible he kept hitting one of

Grant's basketball performance. Every shot he took went astray,

experiences. He was about to ask her more when Grant, fresh from a shower and dressed in clean clothes, descended the stairs, towel in hand, drying his hair. He shot Michael a sharp

your friend," Grant said, his tone surprisingly sincere. "I got him a gift card

clearly

for her today, Chloe decided to let it slide. She lazily got up from the sofa, dragging her

her way upstairs, Michael approached Grant, clearly

skills suck

What was Grant

the bags she'd bought today. She had so many that she had

expensive, beautiful bags. While helping Chloe organize, she couldn't help but gush, "Mr. Martin is so good to you, isn't he? These bags must've cost

examining a new leather purse. "Yeah, they're pretty pricey. All

this generous to any other