Chapter 180 Secret Hideout
Madam's fierce warning straightened David's broad shoulders.
"Yes, ma'am!"
Lately, Sam hadn’t seen Miss Foster; it had been Miss Kelly, so he wasn’t concerned about Madam's threat coming to pass.
Ethan was excited about his class today, especially after the teacher announced a new boxing coach had arrived. One with great skills, and who would only be teaching two students—Ethan and Sam.
Sam had mentioned this to Ethan before—his dad had hired a top-notch coach and wanted him to bring along a friend.
Ethan was thrilled to learn alongside Sam. It meant he could help Sam through any rough patches in their training.
Ethan was ushered into a new classroom where he met their new instructor. Soon after, David walked in with Sam in tow.
Seeing the unfamiliar teacher made Sam a bit uneasy, but having Ethan by his side gave him the strength to face his fears.
The teacher, aware of Sam's unique situation, spoke in a particularly gentle tone.
The first lesson was stances, aimed at building endurance. Sam could barely hold the position for a short while before he began to sweat profusely; his complexion turned pale, prompting the teacher to quickly tell him to stop.
"How are you holding up, Sam?" Ethan said, concern in his voice as he wiped his brother's sweat with a towel.
Sam just shook his head.
Ethan furrowed his brows and said to the teacher, "Let's work out a personalized training plan for him."
The teacher was taken aback for a moment. He had planned to assess the kids' physical condition first before customizing a program for them. He was impressed by Ethan's initiative.
This kid was sharp.
"Alright."
Together with the teacher, Ethan helped craft a training regimen for Sam. The teacher was amazed once again by Ethan's logical thinking. The finalized plan was almost entirely Ethan's handiwork, and it earned the teacher's full approval.
"You did an excellent job. You seem to know Sam quite well?"
Ethan nodded, "Uh-huh, we're classmates."
That explained it, the teacher thought.
"I’d also like to join Sam in following this workout routine," Ethan added. His own progress had far outpaced Sam's, but he wanted to stand by his friend and master the basics all over again.
The teacher nodded in agreement.
With a solid plan in place, Sam was able to keep up. By the end of the session, his clothes were soaked with sweat and sticking uncomfortably to his skin.
After class, Sam clutched at Ethan's sleeve. "Dad set up a resting room for me. Come on, let's go shower and change."
Ethan’s eyes widened in astonishment as Sam pulled him into the elevator and up to a rented suite reconfigured into a cozy living space, complete with all the amenities of home.
Ethan was floored by the sight as a complex emotion welled up inside him.
Sam fetched a fresh set of clothes from the wardrobe. "Go take a shower."
Post-shower, with Ethan by his side, Sam met Emma as she finished her class. They both went down to pick her up and sent David off to get some snacks.
"This will be our secret hideout from now on," Sam declared with glee.
Emma was thrilled too. It seemed like their dad really was treating Sam right.
But Ethan couldn’t shake a twinge of worry — could this hideaway potentially expose them to their bad guy dad?
Upon returning from his business trip, Gabriel was immediately summoned by Tiffany to Myriad Heights, which used to be his place of residence. Tiffany often stayed there too, but ever since the "peeping incident," she had taken up full residence, and Gabriel... well, it could be said that he had scarcely visited since.
Right off the plane, Tiffany claimed there was something important, prompting Gabriel to instruct the driver to deliver his luggage back to the old mansion. Then, he drove himself to Myriad Heights.
Tiffany's expression changed for a brief moment when she heard the doorbell; Gabriel obviously knew the passcode, yet he rang the doorbell instead of entering the code. What was he implying?
Gabriel's act of ringing the doorbell instead of entering the code made Tiffany feel a certain distance.
Her hand clenched for a moment, but she still went to open the door, greeting Gabriel with a beaming smile.
"Gabriel, I've missed you so much." Tiffany lunged to hug him.
Gabriel stood still, letting her embrace him briefly.
"Come in," Tiffany said cheerfully, pulling Gabriel inside.
"What did you need to see me for?" Gabriel asked in a cool tone, not showing much joy or enthusiasm upon seeing Tiffany.
But he had always been like that, never one to wear his emotions on his sleeve—Tiffany was used to it.
"The method I mentioned last time; let's give it a try today."
Method?
Gabriel had to dredge up the memory of what Tiffany had mentioned last time in the cafeteria. His instinct was to refuse. His lips parted slightly, but Tiffany turned around, cutting off what he was about to say.
"Gabriel, don't you want to live like a normal person?"
In fact, Gabriel felt quite content with his current situation. His strange illness prevented him from getting close to women, sparing him a lot of trouble. As for physical needs, he didn't think he was that driven by desire, having never touched Tiffany in the five years they'd been together.
This illness was indeed peculiar... He was only immune to Sophia.
He knew, even if he didn't want to admit it, the evidence was clear—it was because of Sophia that this psychological condition had manifested.
"Gabriel?" Tiffany noticed Gabriel frowning, standing motionless as if lost in thought. She approached him, calling his name softly.
Today, Tiffany was dressed very femininely, the heating in the room meant there was no need for thick down jackets, and she wore only a white embroidered dress. The V-neck design showcased her delicate collarbone and the graceful line of her neck. Her skin was pale and under the light, it shone even more luminous and translucent.
Such a sexy and beautiful woman stood before him, and yet, the man in front of her seemed utterly unaffected, which made Tiffany feel both angry and resentful.
This time, she was determined to cure Gabriel.
As long as his psychological ailment was healed, she was confident that she could fully capture Gabriel, to conquer and secure him completely. And then, the prospect of having a child that belonged to both of them wouldn't be far off.
Tiffany took Gabriel's hand.
"Let's go, I'm ready."
Gabriel looked at her, and after several seconds, he still couldn't bring himself to refuse.
This woman had been tirelessly trying and researching, exploring various methods for his illness... he seemed not to have the heart to cruelly reject her efforts.
Gabriel still viewed Tiffany through a filter of the past; he wasn't as cold and ruthless with her as he was with others.
The two entered a small room where the curtains were drawn, plunging the room into darkness with only a single candle lit, casting a dim glow. A stick of incense was also lit on the table, its scent the same as the one he had smelled on Tiffany before, and the same one he had smelled the night Sophia was taken to the hotel by Randall.
"Gabriel, lie down and relax," she said.
"Gabriel, breathe in, breathe out. Take it slow..."
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