Chapter 98: I Just Wanted to Work Out, Not Survive a Love War [2]
As I picked up a dumbbell, I muttered to myself, "Yeah, no. I’m not a saint. I’m a damn miracle for putting up with this."
As soon as I reached the rack of dumbbells, I gripped the nearest one like it owed me money.
I let out a slow breath.
Peace. Tranquility. Muscles.
I was finally going to have my moment.
I adjusted my grip, stepped into position, and began a slow set of curls. Just as I hit the third rep, I caught movement in the mirror—Nora, leaning on the squat rack, arms crossed, her eyes locked on me like a judgmental coach.
Was she seriously monitoring my form?
I tried not to look at her directly and focused on the mirror again. One... two... damn, my arms were already burning.
From the side, Violet sat on a nearby bench, checking her nails with the elegance of a queen, though her gaze flickered up every few seconds. She wasn’t even pretending to be subtle.
This... this was the worst kind of cardio. Emotional cardio.
"I thought you were going to do ten reps," Nora said flatly.