Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1736

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1736

Nancy held the belt barrier and bit her lower lip in worry. Right at that moment, Jory turned around

abruptly, like they were bonded telepathically. “I know what I'm doing. I won't let him lose so badly.”

His reassurance was indeed a much-needed shot in the arm. Nancy instantly felt relieved. If Jory

says he can, then I should have faith in him!

Hence, Nancy went back to her seat. The competition was heating up increasingly. Jory's white

uniform moved with his body as he switched his moves from time to time. Nancy and the crowd

were fixing their eyes on Jory.

She could have never imagined Jory, a wealthy heir, sweating it out in a Taekwondo match. He was

also the same man who helped her fix her car and took her on a car race. Whichever persona he

donned, it was far from the stereotypical image others had of him—flirty.

Indeed, seeing in believing. This is the real Jory Synder that I see.

Suddenly, a piercing scream came from the crowd. Her heart tightened when she saw Jory's

opponent launched a flying kick at his shoulder.

“That was cruel!” Nancy shouted, regardless of others’ strange eyes. If his kick had landed accurately

on Jory, with his entire body weight, Jory would have suffered a bone fracture, or worse...

It was coming down to crunch time for Jory to attack. He grasped the man’s calf and threw him on

the ground effortlessly. Fortunately, he wasn't hurt as it was a rubber floor.

As Jory had predicted, his opponent had poor stamina. The earlier rounds had drained the latter of

his energy. Naturally, the violent hit by Jory earlier knocked him down completely as he remained

unmoving, lying on the ground.

While the crowd was cheering for Jory, Nancy couldn't bring herself to feel happy. She noticed

Jory's subtle move of massaging his left shoulder—where the kick had landed on.

“How was it? Do you find me attractive?” Jory smiled smugly after his win with his hands on the

hips. His little canine teeth were like pearls dazzling in the sun.

Nancy was not in the mood for jokes. Subconsciously, she reached out to touch Jory's shoulder.

“Your shoulder...”

Jory was as agile as ever, as though he was still in the match. Before Nancy could reach him, he

patted the spot as he exclaimed, “My shoulder is fine!”

Nancy was doubtful of his words. She raised her hand to pat his shoulder. It looks like he's speaking

the truth. It doesn't feel swollen nor is it bleeding.

She punched him sulkily without paying attention to the faint discomfort Jory was feeling. He

frowned a little, but he didn’t utter a word. Instead, he teased Nancy with his energetic voice, “It'll

be your turn soon. Perform well later, okay? Don't lose too miserably.”

"Hey! What makes you think that I will lose?” Nancy folded her arms across her chest in

dissatisfaction.

Jory grinned mischievously as he bowed down to her. “Please forgive me for my stupid choice of

words."

Nancy held her head up proudly. “That's right.”

Upon seeing her confident demeanor, Jory burst into laughter. Say, my opponent really did give it

his all into kicking me. My shoulder was almost crushed. I wonder how long it will take to recover.