Chapter 162 Dating?
After Oliver and his date took off in their convertible.
Brady turned to look at the woman he had shielded behind him. The typical pools of his eyes seemed to deepen.
The fierce midday sun blazed overhead.
Golden rays spiraled down, casting a translucent veil over the woman's delicate face and resting on her lips.
Her features were illuminated with an extraordinary beauty, and for a moment, Brady was spellbound, his gaze like a fathomless abyss.
Damn it. An expletive slipped silently in his mind.
He found himself, yet again, wanting to kiss this woman.
But he wouldn't just impulsively kiss her in broad daylight. He regained his composure, his deep-set eyes clearing as he spoke lazily, "Let's go. I'll teach you how to play ball."
Violet looked up at him, slightly startled, grateful for his intervention but puzzled—why pull her into a game in this sweltering heat?
Especially given her propensity to overheat quickly, breaking into a sweat with just a little sun exposure. She opened her mouth to decline.
But before she could voice her refusal, Brady assertively took her hand, pulling her along like a couple towards the courts where they had been playing earlier.
"I'll give you a quick lesson, then we can cool off inside."
Violet was silent, wondering just how much this man liked to take charge, disregarding a girl's wishes and just dragging her into a game.
Was he blind?
Couldn't he see the sweat on her forehead?
But then, guys like him probably didn't have much experience chasing after women, did they?
He clearly didn't know the first thing about how to take care of a lady.
She had no intention of taking things with him to the bedroom, so she tried not to fuss over it. Endure it in silence, get through the day, and she would definitely dodge him for good.
She just couldn't stand Brady Hall’s overbearing nature.
Later, they walked hand in hand to the spot where they had been playing, and Brady released her hand to tell a caddie nearby, "Fetch another set of clubs for Ms. Devereux."
The caddie nodded, swiftly pulled out a silver golf club from the bag slung over his shoulder, and handed it to Violet Devereux.
Violet took the shiny silver club, standing cluelessly at the tee, ready to take a swing on her own.
She had no intention of being schooled by Brady.
Nonetheless, Brady dominated the space behind her like an imposing wall, enveloping her from the back, his hands lightly resting on hers. Gripping more firmly, he leaned in and whispered near her ear, "Remember to put some muscle into your swing. Don't go soft, or you won't make the shot."
Violet grunted in acknowledgement, instinctively turning her face away, not keen on being too close.
His presence was overwhelming.
Though Violet didn’t want it to bother her, his closeness was undeniably there.
She bit her lip and, with determination, followed his instruction to swing the club.
The first swing wasn't bad.
It didn't make the hole, but the strength was decent, the second was even better than the first.
Having completed two swings, Violet hastily said, "Mr. Hall, I'm feeling pretty hot. Can we take a break?"
"You're hot?" At her mention of discomfort, Brady—ever the assertive alpha—finally took notice and immediately said, "Let's go inside."
Violet was speechless.
Indeed, he was the type best suited to adoration from women.
He simply didn't know how to be considerate!
Compared to the scorching heat outside, the golf club’s air-conditioned lounge was a haven of cool relief. The moment Violet entered, she felt immensely more comfortable, free from the sticky heat.
Following Brady, they settled in the private section of the lounge for a break.
During the break, Brady got a call and the two of them soon headed out.
Violet was eager to leave, and though Brady said he had to go, she wished she could fly back to her Hellen Apartment immediately. Even though he was preoccupied, he still offered her a ride.
He dropped her off at the same false address she had given him before.
As Violet Devereux was about to exit the car, the man sitting inside suddenly grabbed her hand and leaned closer, saying, "How about another date sometime soon?"
Violet froze. Was she out of her mind to even consider another date with him? With a firm push, she freed herself and said through clenched teeth, "Mr. Hall, please respect a woman's wishes. We don't need to see each other again after today." Without waiting for Brady Hall's response, she hastily exited the car and scurried into the safety of her apartment complex.
Brady Hall, sitting in the car, wasn't the least bit annoyed by her rejection. He watched the now empty doorway of the apartment complex with deep, contemplative eyes and a slight curve of his lips. He thought to himself, we'll just see about that... Wondering if she'd actually want to meet again?
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