Chapter 118 - 117. Buying Gasoline
After feeling how lacking her stamina was—compared to the wild puppy attached to her, anyway—Sarah immediately turned two rooms in the annex into her personal gym.
Of course, with the family’s money. She wouldn’t take any of the equipment away once she moved anyway.
Not only for her, it was for Hajin too, which stirred even more envy from the other security guards. They did have a dedicated gym and training room in the staff’s building, but they had to share. Hajin could use the gym all by himself, even while he wasn’t helping Sarah with her training. He wasn’t much of a gloater, but the stares coming toward the annex while the short construction and the installation were happening were pretty exhilarating.
Watching Sarah exercise, however, was even more exhilarating. It was truly a view, when she was stretching on top of her yoga mat before going through her cardio regimen. It was relieving knowing she didn’t do this in a public gym.
Phew. He was but a man after all.
Sarah didn’t just exercise, however. She also continued her self-defense training--now under Hajin’s guide. The puppy loved it because his master had a tendency to be too reckless--like spying a den of mountain bandits all by herself--and he had an excuse to be more...physical with her outside the bed.
But the puppy’s favorite time was after everything was over, and Sarah lay on the floor with heavy breathing but also a satisfied smile on her face. She looked more at ease after exercising, perhaps because it made her feel like she was doing something.
Of course, they had been doing a lot of things for her revenge. But what they had done wasn’t very tangible. Amassing money and gathering investigation was nothing more than gathering firewood, it wouldn’t bring much satisfaction unless she could see the fire starting. Besides, most of the legwork was done by others.
It made her feel like she wasn’t doing anything, just telling people to do this and do that. Made her restless, as if she became complacent and lazy on her path of revenge.
While training her body had no direct correlation to the revenge itself, her tired body told her she was doing something. Revenge required stamina, and when she thought about her last moment, running through the warehouse while men with guns chased after her...
Not that she would experience it again, but it gave her some kind of reassurance that if something similar were to happen, she wouldn’t be as helpless.