Chapter 71: Taking Cares of his Weakness
Amelia's expression shifted to one of awe. "Wow... that's incredible." Then, as if a thought struck her, her face fell slightly, and a self-deprecating smile appeared. "I don't think I can be your sparring partner anymore. I'm not your match."
"Why not?" Mikael asked.
"Huh?" A dumbfounded look crossed her face.
He continued, "Even if I'm stronger than you, we can still spar. Just because you didn't gave an answer to my confession two weeks ago doesn't mean we're not friends, right? And if I'm stronger now, that just means you need to train to surpass me." He ended with a challenging smirk.
As she listened, a warm feeling blossomed in her chest. The determination in his words reignited her own. "You're right. I shouldn't give up so easily. I'll train hard and surpass you—mark my words!"
"That's the spirit!" he said, offering her his hand.
She took it, letting him pull her to her feet, but her legs were weak from exhaustion. She stumbled forward, and before she could fall, Mikael caught her in his arms.
For a moment, she froze, her face inches from his chest, before a faint blush spread across her cheeks. "If you wanted a hug, Amelia, you just needed to ask," he teased, his tone playful.
Her blush deepened, and she quickly extricated herself from his hold. Standing on her own, she avoided his gaze, her face still flushed with embarrassment.
Mikael found her reaction captivating. Seeing the usually calm and composed Amelia with a deep blush and an averted gaze stirred something in him.
"I should go," she said quietly, her voice softer than usual.