The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1281 The Winner Gives the Loser Three Slaps 

It was too late even if Sonia regretted it.

She could only watch with jealousy as Abel held Emmeline in his arms and trained her for over ten minutes.

For a moment, she consoled herself, imagining that the woman in Abel’s arms right then was herself. But with a thud of the cue ball hitting and a click as it dropped into the pocket, Sonia snapped back to reality.

She could dream all she wanted, but the woman in Abel’s arms still wouldn’t be her.

Emmeline Louise! Sonia mused as a malicious grin flashed across her eyes. Let’s see if you can remain smug after I defeat you!

“Alright, shall we begin?” Emmeline asked nonchalantly.

She had already figured out that if Abel continued to teach her like this, Sonia might faint on the spot.

Maybe it’s better not to annoy her further.

“Alright,” Sonia said with a stern face. “How do you want to compete?”

“Best of three games?” proposed Emmeline.

“Alright, best of three it is,” Sonia agreed. “What’s the wager?”

“What do you want to play for?” Emmeline asked with a smile.

She was confident that no matter what the wager was, she wasn’t afraid. Her only fear was that what she could come up with might not be as ruthless as what Sonia had in mind.

“The winner gives the loser three slaps!” growled Sonia.

She could see that Emmeline was pretty mediocre at pool, even with Abel’s guidance. She hadn’t practiced the techniques, so it was like going into battle unprepared. But Sonia was different; she had been hanging around pool tables since middle school, through hight school, and into college.

She even had special training and competitions in Melvania. So, defeating a “rookie” like Emmeline would be a piece of cake for her.

“Alright, it’s a deal, Emmeline said. “The winner gets to give the loser three slaps. May the best player win!”

“Okay,” Sonia said, “each of us at a separate table, clean break, and we take turns winning or losing!”

Two assistant coaches each served one table, and even Tony felt nervous.

He handed a cigarette to Abel, and the two of them moved away from the pool table. Tony whispered, “Mr. Abel, this doesn’t look like a good idea.”

Abel lit his cigarette, took a leisurely puff, and smiled. “Just watch. Why panic?”

Tony took a drag from his cigarette and fell silent, his gaze fixed on the pool table. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

If Abel could stay so composed, it was likely that there wasn’t a major issue. However, he had witnessed Sonia’s skills, which were indeed impressive, and she had experience in competitions.

This was his first time seeing Emmeline play, and it was evident that she wasn’t a professional. So Tony couldn’t help but worry. “Mr. Abel, I’m concerned Emmeline might be at a disadvantage.”

Abel Ryker chuckled. “Chill and watch.”

Tony shrugged, not saying anything more.

To be honest, although Abel had taught Emmeline a few techniques, she lacked practical experience. He had some uncertainties in his mind. However, he also thought that even if Emmeline couldn’t perform well, he could step in personally.

At the end of the day, Sonia was only looking to spar with him. So, no matter what, he had to protect his wife and ensure she didn’t suffer any grievances.

How could he allow others to slap his beloved wife when not even he had the heart to be stern with her?! With this in mind, Abel remained composed.

At that, he glanced at his dear wife, who appeared calm and relaxed, with a joyful demeanor. Is this the confidence of a fearless newbie, or does she have a trick up her sleeve?

The assistant coaches racked the balls, and they each took their turns.

In the first game, Sonia cleared the table in three minutes while Emmeline took three and a half minutes, making Sonia the winner of the first round.

“The next game will become the decider, Ms. Louise,” Sonia said with a sly smile.

“Let’s continue then” Emmeline replied with a smile. “Why waste time talking?”