Chapter 13

Estelle finally understood why Henson’s tutor quit. Rich kids are untouchable and unscoldable. They found it annoying when you tried to reason with them. When you started to coax them, they would find you childish. That feeling of helplessness just makes people give up.

Estelle got up and saw darts on the table. She glanced at the dartboard, picked one up, and threw it, hitting the bullseye!

By the time she hit the third bullseye, Henson looked up at her, his eyes filled with surprise.

Estelle picked up darts in both hands, casually threw them without even looking. Both darts flew at the same speed, squeezing the previous ones out, and pierced the bullseye.

Henson stood up, walked over to Estelle, and looked at her sideways, “Have you practiced before?”

Estelle raised her eyebrows without denying or confirming.

Henson took an interest, “Then teach me.”

Estelle crossed her arms, pointed at the desk, “Finish today’s study task, and I’ll teach you!”

Henson scoffed, “Can’t you think of another way?”

Estelle shrugged, “What can I do? I can’t be kicked out of your house for being incompetent on my second visit. I have a reputation to protect.”

Henson disdainfully replied, “Actually, my uncle could teach me. He’s better than you!”

“Why don’t you go ask your uncle now and see if he’ll teach you?” Estelle was fearless. If his uncle was willing to teach, he would have done so by now..

Henson’s face flashed with embarrassment. He seemed to weigh his options and nodded, “Fine, I’ll follow your advice and study. But after that, I want you to teach me archery. Deal?”

“Archery?” Estelle frowned slightly.

Henson looked somewhat smug, “Can’t do it? My uncle’s an excellent archer, too!”

Let’s focus on

you’re lying to me? Throwing darts and shooting arrows are two different

I’m lying to you, then I’ll call you my

“Deal!”

as the morning sun spread a soft gold light on

to learn. An hour later, the

archery, so the butler had prepared everything in advance:

gear and looked skeptically at Estelle, “Can you even pull the bow? You could just admit defeat now. You know if you can’t even shoot an arrow later,

“Giving up without trying would

bow and arrow, stood straight, drew

she had last practiced archery. As she looked at the distant target, her memory of that moment seemed to overlap with the present, and she

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through the air, creating a gust of wind.

sound.

over, “How did you

calmly, “How

“Teach me!”

time I come here, you will study

mind was focused on

talking on the phone, but his gaze was on the two people practicing

and the spring sunshine danced on

for a while.

almost jumped up, looking at

kicked Brooke before, but was her perfect archery skill also

an hour. Around noon, she packed up her things

down from the second floor,

Estelle, her face darkening. Jonathan had actually brought

to the maid, took two steps forward, smiled coldly,

slightly

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