Chapter 294-Let’s Have A Fight Stepbro
Helanie:
"Are you going to skip the combat training just like you skipped the therapy sessions?" Norman commented with a scoff, briskly walking ahead of me and towards the deep woods.
I knew what he was trying to imply. Ever since his brother told me last night that he would ask Norman to give me extra classes before the combat started, Norman had been giving me this look. And now that we were finally alone and headed to the woods for our first class, he was sharing his thoughts with me.
"I didn’t think the therapy was working," I muttered under my breath, being unreasonable since I hadn’t even given the therapy a fair chance.
He suddenly stopped, and I bumped into his broad back. I stepped back and rubbed my nose, complaining about it.
"We’re here," he muttered, of course, pretending his sudden stop was not because of my words.
I looked around and then at him. He wore a white shirt with gray shorts and gray sneakers. His hair was fluffy but shiny, as if he had used gel. Yet, the strands were sticking out, with sharp pieces loose on his forehead.
I wore my tracksuit, but with my purple sweater since it was so cold out here.
"Now what?" I asked impatiently, my hands on my waist. Maybe because of our past history, I didn’t expect much from Norman. When it comes to helping me, he does it his own way, a messy way.