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How To Tame A Wildhearted Boxer?

Chapter 3 I'm Not Some Kind Of Pervert

Word Count: 1669    |    Released on: Today at 09:24

comfort and quickly t

a born flirt. She found hi

secured, the car pulle

for something?" Ash

ea

at

ment h

sher's face. "So you're planning t

" Verena's answer wa

ly in great shape. Returning to her hometown for t

nd a job in downtown, save some mon

a few more minutes, and the

rena leaned back an

d already arrived. A black jacke

gy, Asher was surpr

ugh the windshield, she spotted Asher sta

black sweater he wore outlined his muscular fra

, he suddenly turned a

tantly melted, replaced by a

ow and silently mo

e glass, Verena

tepped out, and handed him

d the jacket over his arm, stressing his

and changed the subject.

been taking lately made

over forty

ed to her. "Oh, right. Should I pay part of the gas m

slightly so their eyes were on the same level. The familiar roguish smile returned.

force of his presence. There was somethin

that he was inc

ld have this smooth flirting skill wi

turned on her heel, and walked

rties. Not one of them worked. Every apart

d expected. Most landlords demanded several months of rent upfron

as surviving entirel

ortunately, the real estate agent told her that wasn't real

o give up and return home. Then

ailable. The owner was leaving town the next day for an extended trip and wanted to rent it out imme

Verena's budget. It

it before her, she rushed over

rang once again. This time, the call came from a tra

e. She hadn't expected a response so quickly. Even more surprising,

any was a friendly local woman with curly hair and bright red lipstick. She carried herself w

ly worked for a major translation company, she made her decision. Verena was hired on the

pared to what she had earned in Zepvi

down to the ground floor. The moment the doors opened,

instinctive

am hurried over with his usual carefree g

r thought bef

me here to see Asher?" she replied.

ed dramatically. "Since you're

stood next door to the translat

g a large, eye-catchin

was Ashe

was ridiculous

, Liam had already grabbed her ar

n attending boxing classes. Several par

curious eyes followed them. The looks were fi

ed. "Are you going to walk by yours

tated, Verena eventually

e decided this might actua

him to keep Liam under control and stop

nd floor. Verena glanced around the spa

sn't teach regular group classes. He

," she said i

ea how impressive Asher is! He's amazing at boxing and all kinds of combat sports. And before that, he served in th

d in the special forces. Apparently, even a form

she ignored Liam's comment and followed him to a

, Liam grabbed the handle

ose words, he gave Verena a sudden shove into the room. B

at followed wa

ned as she stood r

shed training. Heat radiated from his body as h

ed a path from his sharp jawline, slid past his throat and acro

ompletely off guard and h

he tilted his head slightly and looked at her with amusement. "

ay from his chest. "Do you suffer fro

u here?" Asher r

hank Liam

steps toward her. The look in his eyes grew deeper and

sed the distance between them. Step b

just how close he was. From this distance, she could clearly see every

g unconsciously became shallower. Instinctively, she lif

ith his skin, she realized what she

is skin left her feeling

slightly closer. His expression was suggestive, but hi

nced this man ha

she felt that if she lifted her head even slightly, she woul

e she could pull away, he pressed her palm firmly against

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“Returning to her hometown for a blind date, Verena expected stability, not Asher-a rugged boxing coach who seemed far too confident for his own good. When asked why a guy with his credentials chose a blind date, he said he was just picky about women. Her take? Too shallow. Definitely not someone she could rely on. Convinced he was unreliable, she kept her distance. Yet the man appeared everywhere, filling her days with teasing remarks and suspiciously timed encounters. Verena assumed it was simple flirtation, never realizing he had spent years quietly waiting for her. Then one day, the tables turned. When she pinned him down and challenged him, the usually cheeky man turned red. "I'm a decent guy," he insisted, while she struggled not to laugh at his unexpected innocence.”