Lover Forced The Ruler

Chapter 82. The Cruel Coach

Lisle stared at the ceiling of the room with pushy eyes. His head is so dizzy. What just now wasn't entirely his fault. Kennard is starting. The man knew how to tease her. He's been framed.

"Want a shower? Can you wake up by yourself?" A voice sounded on it.

Lisle closed her eyes again. He turned his body tilted but immediately grimaced in pain. His waist. Ah, it's not just that. All the joints in his body will fall if he forces to move the body.

He ignored Kennard's reprimand

Then a pair of strong hands made his body lift up from the bed. Lisle squealed in shock.

Kennard had taken his wife and walked to the bathroom and put Lisle's body into the bath.

The water feels warm. Lisle instantly fell silent due to the comfortable feeling that enveloped her. For a moment he felt ashamed that Kennard was holding him in a plain state without a thread covering him.

"I can shower myself." Lisle hurriedly prevented Kennard's large hands that had already grabbed the sponge from helping him clean up.

"It's okay. I don't mind." Kennard continued to rub his wife's back.

Lisle became agitated at the thought of the hands touching the skin of her back.

"I can do it myself…." Lisle tried to hold off Kennard's movements which now turned to his shoulder. He closed his eyes with a hot face. Her husband was not dressed either. What the fuck?

A triumphant smile graced that handsome face. Kennard looked down and kissed his wife. Lisle's screech was muffled into a stifled complaint as the man climbed into the same bath up.

The water in the bath is warmed. Overhauling.

***

"I'm still sleepy." Lisle whined in her disturbed voice. She pulled out the blanket her husband had just revealed. Not once did he open his eyes to mark the sun that was already moving up. He thinks he's entitled to a longer sleep because of Kennard's treatment last night.

Damn animal! Lisle had forgotten everything she said in her swearing last night before collapsing.

"I've let you sleep long enough. Now it's almost lunch. You missed your breakfast." There was Kennard's loud voice awakening. 

"I'm not hungry yet. I just want to sleep" Lisle said in a sleepy voice. He did not feel surprised about the day that was almost entering lunch time. He doesn't even care if the night comes back. 

"Hm, you seem to like last night." Kennard prodded into his wife's ear and began to bite.

Lisle jumped from the drowsiness that had just mastered it. He got up in a hurry and moved away from the man while rubbing his reddened ears. His whole body felt creepy.

"A... What are you doing? Can you not bother me for a minute?" Lisle's white face flushed.

"Awake? Take a shower and eat. I'm waiting near the track" Kennard said as he passed from there.

Yeah, God! What did she just say was her husband? Did Kennard mean to kill him? Lisle grimaced withstanding the pain in some parts of her body while getting up towards the bathroom.

After a bad night of dressing and breakfast, Lisle finds Kennard at the end of the track. From afar the man had already looked at his watch as if signaling to Lisle that he was very slow. 

Whatever! inner Lisle while grumbling. Thankfully I didn't die last night.

Lisle did not also try to speed up her pace. Even stop near a large pond with various types of fish, sprinkle a handful of biscuits that have been crushed and observe it for a moment with a feeling of pleasure.

Now he used the opportunity as he passed through the pond. Laughing as a group of fish rose to the surface of the pond scrambling for the biscuits she gave, Lisle had a glance at Kennard who was standing in the distance.

The man looked like he had a sour face. 

Lisle chuckled to herself. He now plays with the pool water, splashing it on the fish until they run behind rocks and aquatic plants.

It felt so incredible to be able to irritate that Oppressive Master.

After being quite satisfied playing, Lisle got up from sitting by the pool. The dust that stuck in his pants then walked lazily to where Kennard was waiting for him.

"A long time. Start running. Fix the time!" kennard said while sitting on the edge of the track. He knew, Lisle was deliberately about to upset him.

Starting again, Lisle sneered inwardly. This Brutal Coach. Now the girl has many nicknames for her own husband.

She turned her face away after staring fiercely at the husband. Then start running. 

The sun really cannot be friendly. Just one round, sweat had already flooded the clothes that Lisle was wearing. But his mouth was tightly clenched saving all complaints. He was getting used to running even in this extreme weather.

As soon as he finished the ten rounds, the time already showed a lunch break. People went to the large dining room to the left of the training building and enjoyed their lunch there.

Lisle sat quietly at the large dining table which only occupied her and her husband. The girl only drank a glass of juice as she still felt full. While Kennard in front of him ate quietly.

After a break, Lisle was a little enthusiastic because Kennard told her that they would start practicing some martial techniques. But after the first few minutes, Lisle almost cried.

Kennard taught him the simplest hitting technique and he had to train him with Andra. But several times he tried the technique on Andra, the girl could dodge it or hold it easily then slammed it onto the floor that had been covered in mattresses. It still hurts. Why didn't Kennard teach him how to defend and avoid?

It felt like Lisle had kissed the mat many times. He even saw the amused smiles of the male spectators. To Lisle it looked as a mockery. Not to mention Kennard's praise of Andra. Whatdoes thatmean? Why does he look so proud of a girl who isn't who he is?

Kennard gave instructions several times.

"Grabble. Fix your horses!" 

"Andra, show me how to hit the right one!" 

"Good, Andra! Lisle, pay close attention to her movements!"

"Lisle, your punch is too weak!"

"What are you doing? You're dancing?!"

Lisle's heart was burning. But he tried to focus.

This time Lisle was preparing to attack. He's hunting ahead. Attacks chaotic. Andra stopped him quietly. The girl did not even look ready. He just stood back and waited for the attack. As Lisle was so confident his punch was successful, Andra only appeared to tilt her body slightly and the punch missed.

Really pissed Lisle off. He attacked again. Time and time again. The last time Andra grabbed his shoulder and made a swinging motion, flipping the petite body of his boss wife. The room feels spinning. Afterwards Lisle sprawled onto the ceiling of the training building.

In a breath, Lisle woke up. He felt no more pain in his body. This time he attacked at all costs. Fuck that shit technique.