Chapter 69 Relax
Eileen changed into Blake sportswear, tied her hair into a high ponytail, and wore a sun hat. for shade. Her slender and impressive figure stood out on the lawn, attracting many eyes. Since junior high, Eileen had developed well. Her ample chest, which used to be the subject of ridicule, was always a burden to her during running, making it a torturous experience.
In the past, Eric’s favorite pastime was to play around with her breasts.
The medicine most used in her home was to alleviate bruising on her chest.
Her golf coach was a former champion of the national golf competition.
Now retired, he spoke with elegance and carried himself with the grace of a gentleman.
It was said that his family situation was not good. In his earlier years, he was sold to Primas to work off his father’s debts. Later, due to his involvement in golf, he began receiving professional training.
Many well-known and respected businesspeople would travel great distances just to watch one of his matches.
Booking his lessons took a lot of effort on Will’s part.
Quinton Wright hugged Eileen from behind, holding the club. “Pay attention to your wrist, don’t exert too much force, and don’t be too nervous. Relax.”
Eileen bit her l*p, relaxed her b*dy, and maintained a reasonable distance between them. With his guidance, she swung the club, and the ball went into the hole accurately.
“Not bad. You’ve improved,” Quinton commented.
Eileen said, “Mr. Wright, you’re flattering me. If it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t be able. to get the ball in the hole, ever.”
Quinton handed her a bottle of water. “I remember your schedule is three cla*ses a week. You skipped twelve cla*ses. Were you not feeling well?”
Eileen unscrewed the cap and took a sip. Looking down, she shook her head. “No, it’s about school.”
Quinton nodded. “Right. School comes first. If it’s inconvenient, we can make missed cla*ses next time.”
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Eileen gave a slight smile. “Won’t this interfere with your other cla*ses? I remember your schedule is booked for years to come. I wouldn’t dare monopolize a top coach like you.”
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Quinton was well into his thirties, but he didn’t look his age. He appeared to be in his twenties and had the type of charm that women liked. Conversing with him was always easy.
He glanced at the time on his wrist. “We have an hour left. Do you want to rest a bit more, or continue practicing?”
Eileen placed the water on the nearby table. “Let’s continue, Mr. Wright! Honestly, you’re quite expensive.”
Quinton laughed. “Sure, let’s continue.”
Eileen rarely smiled, but Quinton gave her the feeling of an older neighbor.
He charged fifty thousand for an hour. If Will found out Eileen came here just to drink water for an hour, he might scold her relentlessly.
Eileen had little talent in sports. Even the simplest running made her breathless after less than two kilometers.
On the third-floor shooting range, on the balcony, someone was looking at the two figures not far away.
Zachary had his arms around a waitress in a short skirt as he walked over. “I was wondering. what you were looking at. Turns out it’s a young lady. Well, I must say, she does have a pretty smile. She was always frowning when she was in the hospital. Do you think she’s moved on so quickly? As far as I know, Quinton has quite a few wealthy women vying to be his sugar mommy. He’s a proud one! He doesn’t seem to fancy anyone. Maybe, he’s just like me, preferring younger ladies. After all, the older they are, the more they like the younger ones.”
As Eric remained silent, Zachary wondered what he had in mind.
Eileen was still young, so her features were delicate and childlike. However, as an adult, her beauty would be unmatched by anyone.
Eric really doesn’t know what’s good for him. I can’t believe he’s letting such a great opportunity sl*p past his hands! If I were in his shoes, I would’ve had Eileen beneath me on the bed, making her experience the throes of ecstasy, tasting her intoxicating allure.
An hour pa*sed quickly, and Eileen’s hands were so weak that she couldn’t lift the water
bottle.
Eileen waved her hand, and Quinton came forward to ma*sage her arms.
“Long periods without exercise can lead to this. You’ll get used to it in the future.”
Eileen didn’t reply.
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“Feeling better now?”
Eileen withdrew her hand. She was unsure if it was her own thoughts or because Eric had controlled her too tightly, but every time she had physical contact with a man, she felt at sense of fear.
“I’m fine now. Thank you.”
Quinton caught the hint of discomfort in her eyes. “I apologize if I’ve offended you,” he said. “I just noticed you seemed a bit uncomfortable. I hope you don’t mind.”
Eileen shook her head, remaining silent.
Quinton suggested, “There are ten minutes left, and it’s also time for lunch. Ms. Eileen, would you do me the honor of joining me for lunch?”
Eileen hadn’t eaten anything before leaving her house. She was already hungry when she arrived earlier.
“I’m not very hungry.” As she spoke, Eileen’s stomach inconveniently growled.
A wave of embarra*sment washed over Eileen’s face.
Quinton’s warm voice, with a hint of a smile, said, “Shall we go? Young lady, there’s a new dessert today that I think you’ll like.”
The golf caddy had already put away the clubs.
“Thank you, Mr. Wright.”
Eileen followed Quinton.
Apart from golf, Primas Plaza was an all-encompa*sing entertainment hub, offering everything from dining to lodging.
As long as one had money, this place could provide almost any service.
“Do you
feel like having Clusian cuisine or Epean cuisine?”
“Let’s have Clusian cuisine,” suggested Eileen, who had never dined here before.
“Okay.” Quinton took out a card and booked a table in the restaurant on the second floor at the front desk.
The two of them stepped into the elevator, and Quinton pressed the button for the tenth. floor.
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The elevator ascended swiftly.
Upon reaching the tenth floor, Quinton gallantly held the elevator door open, saying, “After you.”
“Thank you.”
The two of them strolled down a serene corridor. The floor was adorned with a luxurious. Panderan-style carpet that felt velvety beneath their feet.
As they entered the restaurant, a waiter promptly greeted them, saying, “Mr. Wright, your table is ready. It’s your usual spot.”
“Mm.” Quinton acknowledged.
Seated by the window, one could admire a sprawling green lawn that extended as far as the eye could see. The view was truly captivating.
A gentle and melodic tune filled the air, creating a tranquil ambiance.
Eileen found it quite delightful.
The waiter presented them with two menus, which did not include any prices. Judging by the enticing pictures, all the dishes seemed delectable.
Take a look and see if there’s anything that catches your fancy.” Quinton suggested.
Eileen pointed at a picture curiously and inquired, “What is the ‘Plentiful Harvest?”
The waiter explained, “It’s a chicken butternut quinoa stew. All the ingredients are freshly air- shipped today. Miss, you might want to give it a try. The chicken stew is infused with herbs, which are beneficial for enhancing beauty and nourishing the skin. It’s highly suitable for you.”
Quinton chimed in, “Why not give it a try? It’s truly delicious.”
Eileen nodded in agreement. “Then let’s order a serving.
“Of course, Miss.”
Quinton also placed an order for his favorite dishes.
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