"Chapter 1191
Layla Lowell pulled the corners of her mouth into a perfunctory smile, then turned and locked her gaze on the man holding the tennis racket.
"If your tennis skills suck, don't get on the court and cause trouble for others."
Charles Carrington draped the racket over his shoulder. His handsome face was sleek with sweat, and even when the coldness in his eyes was enveloped by the sunshine, the chill within them remained, "How about a match?"
He was staring at the senior, not paying attention to Layla Lowell.
The senior, finding the atmosphere a bit strange, gave a dry laugh and said, "Sure, let's have a match. Let's team up, one on one doesn't seem fun."
As he said that, he glanced at Layla Lowell, "I'll team up with Layla."
He slid his arm around Layla Lowell's shoulder.
Layla instinctively shrank back, and he let go of her.
