Sylvia's POV:

I thought that I could train with Flora, but then Warren showed up out of the blue.

Harry and I scooched over to make room for him to sit.

"Sit here, buddy. You're finally here! Please do help your weak wife," Harry teased.

I didn't know if it was because of the heat or because of Harry's words, but Flora's face turned even redder than Harry's hair.

"What wife?" Flora retorted in a low voice.

But it was time for us to practice on our own. Flora's words were soon drowned in the noise around her.

Warren glanced at her and repeated himself firmly. "I can train you."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Flora's face. Blushing, she whispered shyly, "Thanks. I'm sorry to trouble you."

Why were they so formal and polite with each other?

Warren stood up and held out his hand to

Flora was still in

"Hurry up. There

advantage of this period of time to

as if her butt was glued to the

now." I nearly shoved her

led away by Warren, I was left alone with

I wanted to wait until Rufus came a little closer. Unexpectedly, Harry rushed up

request. He had no choice

was left behind, alone with the punching bags on

Rufus finally got rid of Harry. He strode straight to me, grabbed my wrist, and started to

in a daze,

Do I

a little surprised to hear Harry's words. Grabbing Rufus' hand, I asked worriedly, "Did

in an unfriendly tone, "Naturally. Colorful hair is not

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