That Fatty Girl [ English Version ]

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Fatima's POV

After a few more tries of sparring with Wilson, as soon as Cole regained his strength, which didn't even last an hour for him to do so, he switched with Wilson. 

So far, I already have two wins and three losses. The three points belong to Wilson. And now, I'm going to face my boyfriend, who does not look like he wants to hold back. 

Or so I thought.

“Boss, you're not feeling it. We can all say that you're holding back your offenses towards Miss Fatima.”

“Yes, he's right boss!”

I look at Cole with a bemused expression on my face as he looks back at me with a stoic one. But I can see his eyebrows twitching, as if he's really holding back something.

“What are you guys saying?” Cole said as he turned his head towards the others. I can't see what kind of expression he's giving them, but I can see how the others started looking away from us. Really, Cole?

“Fatima, don't listen to them. I wasn't holding back. Seriously,” Cole said, and I just sighed. Even if they didn't voice out what Cole was actually doing, I could obviously notice it even in the first place that Cole's been avoiding making his hit contact with me. 

 
Although I can still feel the pressure of his hits, he's literally avoiding hitting me with them. 
 

And I don't know if I'm going to be thankful or feel irritated. 

“Fatima, do to me what you want to. It's fine even if you hurt me.” My full attention got caught by his small and confident smile on Cole's face after he said that. 

I nodded my head at him and got ready for his incoming hits. I watch as Cole acts as if he was going to lift his foot, and because I already know that Cole can really move fast, I immediately dodge it, but it's a wrong move in the end. 

    

I squealed in pain as I kneeled down on the floor of the boxing ring, holding my face as if it really hurt, so that Cole would think that his knee really hit me there. 

But to be real, he just swung his knee near my face. He didn't hit me, and I expected that he would do that. So in the end, I just acted that he really did hit me. 

Yes, it's a trick. I am tricking my naive boyfriend.

I heard Cole's crispy curse as I felt him kneeling down beside me. I opened one of my eyes as a small playful smirk made its way towards my mouth. 

Cole crouched down even more as he was about to peek at my face to see my reaction, but before he could even see my silly face, I immediately hit his nose with my elbow. He groaned and almost fell backwards. 

Unfortunately, he manhandled himself and was about to stand up from kneeling when I hit his crotch with one of my knees. 

I stand up dramatically as I look down at Cole, who's currently turning pale on the ground. The smirk on my face widened. I rested both of my hands on either side of my hips.
 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Can you stand up, Mr. Rivera? Haha!”

I can't tell if Cole's mad at me because it looks like he's been paralyzed... Gah. Am I too much?