Chapter 52 Practicing Hand-in-Hand

In front of the wealthy green outdoor activity center's parking lot, a long line of luxury cars was parked. The well-dressed doorman respectfully greeted them.

Guests were coming and going. Noura took Elena straight to the entrance, "Hello, please take us to Court 8."

"Alright, please follow this way!"

Elena never imagined that the court would be as big as a super-sized farm. It took them fifteen minutes in a beautiful small tour bus to reach from Court 1 to Court 8.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, there was a vast expanse of shimmering green grass, stretching all the way to the end of the sky.

In the distance, Elena saw a fiery figure standing with several tall men.

"Miss Walker, the telescope..." Noura handed her a beautiful small telescope, but Elena waved her hand, "My eyesight is good enough to see clearly."

Unlike his usual self, Hassan was wearing a fiery red uniform, looking like a burning flame.

Free from the dominating and cold black attire, he exuded an unrestrained and masculine fragrance.

This man, no matter the occasion, had the ability to make himself stand out. He surpassed all the ordinary ones around him, appearing noble and elegant as if he was born a king.

With a handsome face that bordered on excessive, he wore a pair of brown sunglasses and held a cue stick with white gloves on his large hand. With a graceful turn, he hit the ball, and the white ball rolled into a straight line...

Elena watched intently. It seemed like he realized her arrival. He waved his big hand and playfully blew her a mischievous kiss.

Elena blushed and stood still.

Noura smiled and said, "Go over, the master is calling you!"

"I don't know how to play!" Elena was completely embarrassed.

"Just go and have some fun. Your foot injury is just fine, practicing will be beneficial."

Encouraged by Noura, Elena slowly walked towards Hassan.

Her foot injury had healed the day before yesterday, and the gauze on the palm of her hand had long been removed. Like him, she wore a red sportswear and white gloves on her hands.

Looking carefully, the two of them were actually wearing couple's outfits. She remembered that he was wearing a suit when he left in the morning. How did he end up here and change his clothes?

Elena walked towards Hassan, and his gaze was captivated.

Wearing a bright red uniform, it accentuated her small face as white as jade, with tender skin that seemed like it could drip water. Her big watery eyes were shy and filled with a touch of innocence, exuding the sweet aura of a young girl and bright sunshine.

A slight smugness crept up at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Al-Farouk, she's your woman! So beautiful!"

One man raised his thumb, and Hassan felt quite satisfied in his heart. "Of course, it's my woman. Just look at her."

Seeing these men staring at Elena so intently, Hassan felt quite annoyed.

"You guys go have some tea first, I'll join you in a moment!"

"Mr. Al-Farouk, don't you want to introduce her to us..."

Just as Elena approached, she heard this teasing comment and felt at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Not only was she not good at socializing, but she also didn't know anyone in this group.

"Hello, my name is Mark. It's a pleasure to meet you." Mark was about to extend his hand when Hassan swiftly stepped forward and pulled Elena behind him.

"Mark, step back a bit or we won't even be friends in the future." Hassan was ready to confront him, and the other men exchanged glances, then shook their heads with a light laugh. Seeing how anxious Hassan was about his girlfriend, they stopped teasing and left together.

Elena watched as the group of men walked away, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, where are your eyes looking?" Hassan forcefully turned her face towards him. She was such a flirt, not even looking at him and practically glued to someone else's face.

What's so great about these ordinary men anyway?

Elena stuck out her tongue. "You're so domineering. I just wanted to get to know them, make some ordinary friends. Why are you getting so angry?"

Hassan's face immediately darkened. He took off his sunglasses, his black eyes glaring evilly at her.

"Just friends? How ridiculous! They're all worth billions. Who are you, a poor girl, to make friends with them?"

Elena was taken aback. "How crude! Money is not the measure of friendship. Only people like you enjoy being friends with the wealthy, those who are motivated by profit."

Hassan was further provoked. "Friendship? That's a joke! They don't need it, at least not from you, Elena. The only thing they're interested in is your body. They want to sleep with you, do you understand?"

Spoken so vulgarly and directly, Elena's face immediately flushed red, like a small chili pepper on fire.

"Jerk, do you think all men in the world are as ruffian as you?"

Hassan clenched his large hands, grabbing her clothes, and fiercely gritted his teeth word by word.

"Elena, listen to me carefully. Every man in the world has only one desire for a beautiful woman: to sleep with her."

"Don't measure all men based on your filthy thoughts!" Elena retorted angrily.

Hassan's eyes turned cold and sharp, like swords almost piercing through her eyes. But she still defiantly met his gaze.

After all, she hadn't said anything wrong. Hassan was just a scoundrel, a perverted rascal. How dare he claim that all men in the world were like this.

"You think my thoughts are filthy?" Hassan furrowed his brows, his anger burning in his eyes.

Seeing him about to explode again, Elena felt helpless.

She realized that she and him were simply incompatible. Whenever they were together, they would never stop fighting.

Must this beautiful afternoon be ruined like this?

"William! Look how beautiful it is over there!"

The sound of horseshoes and laughter like silver bells came from a distance.

Elena turned her head to look.

There, Chloe was dressed in a blue riding

Dressed in white casual attire, William rode a white horse closely behind Chloe, who was riding on a black horse, galloping across the grassland. Elena felt a suddin in her heart!

"Damn it, are you distracted again, Elena?" Hassan growled softly, wondering what on earth was going on in this woman's head. Love-making would make her absent-minded, chatting would make her dazed, and now even quarreling had turned her into this?

Elena turned her face towards Hassan with anger, and asked in surprise, "What did you just say?"

Hassan was almost exploding with anger, and he roared in a low voice, "Elena, dare you say my thoughts are dirty?"

Elena smiled dryly and said, "No, no, you definitely misheard. Actually, I wanted to say that my thoughts are dirty!"

She didn't want to provoke him in public. This man had the ability to do all kinds of terrible things when he was angry, and she couldn't defend herself against it.

"What? I misheard? Are you mocking me for being deaf?" Hassan's eyes turned red.

Elena couldn't help but sweat. This man was absolutely aggravating. Oh my goodness, I wish lightning would strike me dead!

"Alright, you didn't mishear, I misspoke. What I meant to say was that my thoughts are dirty... You're mature and noble, how could you mishear? Let go, you're almost choking me to death."

Finally, Hassan got the answer he wanted. He let out a low hum and released his grip.

Elena felt a relief in her throat, finally able to breathe the fresh air hurriedly. Inertia caused her gaze to sweep past the two horses, the black one and the white one, running towards the horizon...

William! We are fated to be apart in this lifetime!

That feeling of loss remained, haunting her like a shadow. Even in such a bright and sunny afternoon, her mood seemed to be enveloped in deep embarrassment, cold and gloomy.

"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and come over to learn how to hold the club!" Hassan growled, and Elena reluctantly turned around to receive the golf club from his hand.

"Watch my posture, remember, I will only demonstrate once. If you can't learn it, then come here and kiss me..."

Elena wrinkled her face, squeezed out a forced smile. This rascal had just said his thoughts weren't dirty!

Is his head filled with crap or what?!

Unfortunately, Elena dared not speak those words out loud.

"Miss Walker, Master, would you like a glass of chilled juice?" Noura held a tray with beautiful glass cups, filled with fresh watermelon and strawberry juice, adorned with pretty umbrellas and cherries. Tiny ice cubes floated on the juices, looking refreshing and tempting.

Elena was parched, and she rushed over in a hurry, about to pick it up, but a pair of large hands reached out from behind her and took the beverage away directly.

"No drinking!" Hassan commanded dominantly, while Elena stared at him in frustration, saying, "I'm really thirsty!"

"You can only drink it after you sink this ball into the hole!" Hassan ordered arrogantly.

Elena pulled at the corner of her clothes and turned around. "Damn it, is this really playing golf? It feels more like torture to me."

With frustration, she picked up the golf club, preparing to swing it away.

Suddenly, his large hand embraced her from behind, his fingers holding onto her small hand. His seductive voice whispered softly in her ear, "Baby, hold the club like this. If you hold it that way, it will be uncomfortable for the club."

Uncomfortable for the club?! What does that even mean? Does the golf club have feelings?

"Should we also consider the club's feelings?" Elena retorted angrily. Playing a simple game of golf and yet she had to endure his teasing. She could hardly bear it anymore!

While adjusting her posture, his large hand tempted her, and his hot lips flirtatiously grazed her earlobe.

Elena forcefully pushed him away. "I got it, I got it. It's just about sinking a ball, right? I can do it!"

Hassan crossed his arms, observing her with a look of amusement.

Elena glared at him fiercely, tightened her grip on the golf club, positioned herself, gritted her teeth, and swung with all her might.

After she swung the club, a low, muffled groan sounded from behind her.