No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 448



Haley made a quick dodge to the side.

The speed was so unexpected that I couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.

While still chuckling, I grabbed the remote she'd tossed aside, "What are you so scared of? It's just a remote."

Haley's face turned from red to white, clearly upset.

I had already turned on the TV, getting back to the game. It was a nail-biter, tied at 8-8, approaching match point. The next score would be crucial. "Get out!" Haley suddenly snapped at me.

I didn't put down the remote but aimed it at her. "Chill out, let me watch the game. We can talk after."

Admittedly, I was teasing Haley a bit, but I genuinely wanted to watch the game.

While most people were into pop stars and movie celebrities, I had a different taste. I was all about this girl on TV playing table tennis. Her journey from underdog to champion was just so cool!

Haley surprisingly quieted down after that, and I threw in a challenge, "Let's make a bet. Guess who wins, and I'll grant you any wish, no matter what it is."

"Really?" Haley asked, skeptical.

"You can record it," I said, just as the game resumed and the other player scored a point. I looked at my favorite player, trailing by a point, then asked Haley again, "Well, you betting?"

Haley didn't respond, unsure whether she didn't believe me or just couldn't make a guess.

Sports weren't her thing. She was more about beauty and lifestyle influencers.

But in that moment, with a stunning return, the score was tied again at 9-9.

I was both excited and nervous, glancing at Haley, "Only two points left. If you don't guess now, you'll miss your chance."

The players called for a timeout.

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I turned to Haley, who was staring at me with a complex look in her eyes, hard to read.

"Once the timeout is over, if you haven't guessed, you'll lose your chance," I reminded her.

Haley snorted, then smiled, "Felicia, if you want to make a deal, just say it. Don't hide behind some silly game."

Playing smart with the naive is a waste of time.

"If you don't take the opportunity, then let it be," I said, turning back to the game.

The players sat in their corners, focusing intensely, a sight of solitary beauty.

As the lights brightened, signaling the end of the timeout, Haley spoke up, "Do you really mean it?"

"The timeout's over, you've missed

your chance. No talking until the game's done," I warned her, then turned my attention back to the game.

"Felicia, you wouldn't dare..."

"Quiet!" I cut her off, pointing at her.

She glared at me, frustrated, but complied.

Turning back to the TV, the players resumed their rapid exchange, driving the small white ball back and forth.

The crowd erupted into cheers as my favorite player scored, bringing the score to 10-9. One more point, and the victory was hers.

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