Chapter 212 The Husband Who Listened to His Wife
The admiration Alyssa once held had vanished. It was replaced by disdain and contempt. She had bet on the wrong horse and realized it was best to cut her losses while she could. In fact, she felt fortunate to have seen his true colors early on.
Alyssa sneered, "Didn't you understand what Malcolm said earlier? It's not about us forcing you to apologize; you should be apologizing for your rude behavior on your own. Also, you seem to have forgotten your own words. If Reese wins, you're supposed to apologize to everyone and then drop out of the competition. That was your promise."
A feeling of shame washed over him like a sudden calamity. He had never been treated like this before and it almost broke him.
He wished he'd never have fans like Alyssa again - the kind that could threaten his future. He certainly didn't need that.
Reese had no sympathy for such arrogance. She felt that it was exactly what he deserved and her words weren't about to be retracted.
"Just go live now," she told him firmly. "Fulfill what you promised, and we'll consider this matter closed. Otherwise, your team might just vanish because of your mistake."
The coach's eyes lit up with hope as he overheard her words, staring at Reese in astonishment.
"You mean that?" he asked.
Reese, once part of the esports community and a lover of gaming, actually had a soft spot for the team. It was just certain individuals she wasn't fond of.
But she was also someone who cared about dignity, especially since Malcolm had made his stance clear. Now, it was about preserving his dignity.
She looped her arm through Malcolm's. "I could talk it over with my husband and see if we can give you guys another chance."
Reese's demeanor softened remarkably. She leaned her head on Malcolm's shoulder, coming across as nothing short of a coquettish princess. The earlier coldness was nowhere to be seen in her eyes.
Alyssa couldn't help but marvel internally at Reese's quick shift - from stern enforcer to demure girl in a heartbeat.
Yet Reese could effortlessly switch between these roles. Her unapproachable air when aloof and her endearing gentleness now were captivating, not to mention her flawless complexion that was simply irresistible.
Malcolm always heeded his wife's words, especially when Reese was this agreeable. He turned towards her with a tender gaze that seemed to melt at that moment.
He reached out, affectionately tousling Reese's hair. "Whatever my wife says, goes. I'm all ears."
Alyssa could barely stand it. She covered her face in frustration and said, "Are you trying to kill me with envy? Rubbing your romance in the face of us single folks?"
Malcolm glanced at her coolly. "You should be used to it by now."
Alyssa felt a surge of exasperation, tugging at her hair agitatedly.
"Just wait. I'll also find a boyfriend soon, and then I'll be the one making you sick with all the lovey-dovey stuff."
The others around them were certainly getting an eye-opener.
"Who would have thought a guy this handsome could also be so rich?" they whispered among themselves. "Being rich is one thing, but to adore his wife like this? Where do you even find such great guys?"
"I can't help but envy that girl. I mean, have you seen her? Not only is she drop-dead gorgeous, but she's also incredible at gaming."
A teammate who had just witnessed the game was in absolute awe of Reese and, without any regard for ego, approached her.
"Could I get an autograph, please?"
Reese politely declined, "Sorry, I'm just an average Jane."
Alyssa rolled her eyes at Reese's response. Reese was the epitome of modesty, but her aura screamed anything but ordinary. Alyssa didn't know what made Reese so exceptional, but she had a hunch that there was more to this girl than meets the eye.
She had noticed before that Reese and Malcolm seemed to be cut from the same cloth, a perfect match with a synergy that was palpable. Both had that ruthless determination, the kind that left no room for the other to back down once a decision was made.
It was a moment of realization that he wasn't the joke, but the real clown was himself.
But now there was no turning back. He confessed his mistakes live, in front of all his fans, with deep regret and a heavy heart, announcing his withdrawal from the competition.
However, with his departure, the team was now short-handed. The coach felt as if he had dodged a bullet yet simultaneously lost a lifeline.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, he had no choice but to face the music.
With an apologetic smile, he approached Reese, careful not to get too close, aware that not only could she handle herself in a fight, but the man by her side radiated a 'keep out' vibe that was intimidating.
"Excuse me, Miss Reese, could I ask a favor?"
Before the coach could continue, Reese cut him off. "There's no need."
"We really do want to invite you. Without your agreement, we might not be able to go on with the competition."
"That's not my problem. Had your team been more respectful, you could have continued with your match. But with that kind of arrogance, I doubt you'll win this year."
Complacency leads to oversight, and soon enough, it results in failure. He thought his fighting style was unbeatable and that he would surely win.
But he didn't lose because of his fighting style; he lost to his own pride.
Reese didn't bother explaining this to him; he was insignificant to her.
Sparked with curiosity by Reese's words, the coach inquired, "What do you mean?"
Reese simply gestured with a tilt of her chin, "Ask him."
At that moment, he wished the ground would swallow him whole. As if he wasn't embarrassed enough, here was Reese making a point to check in on him.
And then, all eyes were on him, making the moment all the more awkward.
He looked at Reese with a blank expression. "What does this have to do with me?"
Reese, unwilling to continue the topic, turned to Malcolm and said, "Honey, let's head home."
"Yeah, let's go."
Malcolm clasped Reese's hand, his warm palm enclosing her smaller one, their fingers intertwined. His face beamed with a smile that was worlds apart from his usual aloof demeanor.
Alyssa, trailing behind them, felt like she was a glaring beacon of light.
"What do we do now?" The coach was panicking. With only four players, how could they continue? If word got out, their whole team would be done for.
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