The situation had reversed now; Raphael Bailey could twist into any posture and be praised as if it were art.
Anna Jadwin had the urge to commend even his toe nails and hair strands—
"You really are a natural athlete, I love men who are good at sports," "Raphael, your swimming is so charming," "Such great muscles, you must exercise every day to have such beautiful abs, right?" "That starting pose of yours, it's so professional, how many more merits do you have that I don't know about?" "Raphael Bailey, meeting you is truly my life's fortune..."
Each line that popped out, Anna Jadwin spoke with difficulty, cringing at the cheesiness. Flattering was never her forte.
Raphael Bailey felt as if he were on cloud nine, these words, each one could make him happy for years...
He could be happy for a lifetime.
His smile never ceased, his facial muscles stiffening from constant laughter.
Wayne Bailey felt exactly the opposite, no longer interested in swimming and diving...
