Chapter 86:
Elyse grimaced with frustration.
In her view, she was the right match for Wesley, not Elena!
Elena was utterly undeserving of him.
It was rather desperate of her to try and grab Wesley’s attention through a game.
Elena seemed clueless about Wesley’s true prowess in the game.
Elyse thought to herself, “Elena, savor this brief moment of attention. It’s going to be quite a show when she fails.”
With her arms folded tightly, she anticipated Elena making a fool of herself.
Meanwhile, Wesley, with a nonchalant air, reached for a billiards cue. “Take the first shot,” he said casually.
Laughter erupted among the spectators. “Wesley’s really holding back. He used to win games in a single turn, barely allowing the opponent a chance.”
“One chance might be all you get, beautiful,” another spectator chimed.
Yet, Elena approached the table with confidence, her movements deliberate as she positioned herself to take her shot. She held the cue expertly, ensuring her stance was stable.
Watching quietly, Wesley noted her technique with a keen eye.
Elena’s flawless stance, marked by her confident posture and precise movements, clearly indicated that she was far from a novice in this game.
The spectators could also tell that.
With a confident stroke, Elena sent the cue ball crashing into the others, the sound sharp and satisfying. A ball promptly found its way into a pocket.
Cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd.
“Nice one, beautiful! What a break shot.”
Yet, the action wasn’t over. As the balls continued their dance across the green felt, a second and then a third ball sunk into the pockets.
The room fell eerily silent.
Now, all eyes tracked a fourth ball as it rolled decisively towards another pocket.
Wesley had been known to sink three balls on his opening shot against seasoned professionals. Could Elena actually surpass his record?
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Even Elyse, silently hoping for Elena’s misstep, found herself holding her breath in anticipation.
The fourth ball wobbled at the brink of the pocket, hovering tantalizingly before it finally fell.
The crowd shouted, “Four on the break! Unbelievable!”
“She’s amazing!”
“Don’t hold back, Wesley. She might beat you!”
Elena lifted her eyes to meet Wesley’s, her look meeting his intense gaze directly.
Elena wondered if Wesley had been observing her the whole time.
She hesitated briefly before shifting her attention back to the table. She approached the cue ball, leaned in, and took her shot with fluid, confident precision.
Another ball rolled smoothly into the pocket.
