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Cheers of support erupted as soon as the two canoes began to move forward. The maids at the edge of the lake shouted in unison, not once did they jump. The normally quiet residence became crowded because of the match.

"I'll make sure you cry today, crippled man," Wilson said with a haughty smile, "and so will you, Caraline."

Wilson clucked, exerting more power. He was in pole position. Catherine smiled slightly, giving Caraline a mocking look.

"They're annoying." Caraline rolled her eyes, blowing her hair down. Her gaze suddenly fell on Deric who was rowing the canoe. The muscular bulge of his arms was hypnotizing, especially when his chest moved back and forth.

"Calm down," said Deric who was focused on the match.

"I-I don't care about this match." Caraline turned her face to the side. Even so, her gaze occasionally stole a glance at Deric. Damn it, those arm and chest muscles kept hypnotizing her to make the man in front of her the center of the scene. "Damn, Deric is so handsom