In a sparring match where the opponents' combat abilities were mismatched, the defending party usually bore the brunt of the strikes. Felicia's reactions were swift, countering several of Scarlet's feints and attacks. However, Scarlet's sharp eyes and decisive strikes took full advantage, landing several kicks on Felicia.
Scarlet raised an eyebrow, laughing. "Getting paid to beat up my boss! This is another great day!" Felicia was rendered speechless.
The sounds of punches and kicks echoed dully through the yard. The housekeepers worked, sneaking glances at the match.
As the sun rose, its golden light bathed Felicia, making her fair skin glow. Beads of sweat rolled down her collarbone and disappeared into her neckline. Her elegant figure swayed subtly with her quickened breaths.
Seizing an opportunity, Felicia leaped, executing a flawless scissor kick that forced Scarlet to back off. The move was breathtakingly sharp and graceful. Felicia's long, high-tied hair flowed with her movements, strands of sweat-dampened hair adding to the effect. Particularly during her airborne spin, the hem of her clothes lifted slightly, revealing a slender waist. Though brief, the sight lingered.
The young woman's petite frame belied her ferocity. Her legs sliced through the air with fluid, powerful movements. Each strike was so swift it was almost impossible to follow. The scene was stunning and captivating.
Maurice arrived at the gate of Felicia's villa just in time to witness this. He had traveled through the night, rushing straight to her upon landing. All the exhaustion evaporated the moment he saw Felicia.
During the flight, Maurice had questioned his haste. Now, his heart answered. Simply seeing the person who haunted his thoughts gave his actions meaning.
Not daring to linger, Maurice remained hidden in his car. "Let's go," he instructed his subordinate, his gaze fixed on Felicia. He stared intently at the slender, radiant figure, a gentleness uncharacteristic of him softening his brown eyes.
The black Maybach slowly accelerated, passing the villa's gate unnoticed. This wealthy neighborhood was accustomed to passing cars, so no one noticed the Maybach's unusually slow pace.
After the sparring session, Felicia fanned herself. Summer was approaching, and the heat was becoming increasingly stifling. She waved dismissively. "That's enough for today. Let's rest."
Returning to her room, Felicia showered, changed, and went downstairs for breakfast. Afterward, she and Scarlet headed to the clinic. She busied herself seeing patients, then moved to the storage room to prepare medicine. Just then, Kerry's voice rang out from outside.
"Ms. Fuller! I'm back!" His voice preceded him.
Moments later, Kerry burst into the storage room like a whirlwind. At the sight of Felicia, his expression turned aggrieved, and he seemed dejected.
"Ms. Fuller, I'm sorry. I couldn't complete the task. I'm so sorry, I'm useless." He even called himself useless. Felicia casually ruffled Kerry's hair, smiling. "Someone gave you a hard time?"
Kerry cautiously observed Felicia's expression. Seeing she wasn't angry, and had even tousled his hair—a gesture reminiscent of petting a dog—his heart inexplicably skipped a beat, and his breathing quickened. The usually eloquent young man stammered, "W-Well, sort of. Mainly, Ms. Russell wasn't cooperative. I tried everything, but she… wouldn't listen. She even threw the medicine away…"