The CEO’s Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor

The CEO’s Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor By LiLhyz Chapter 144

Locked Inside

Hey guys, I have a visitor,” Wendell announced as he walked back into the mansion with Milan. “Milan is joining us for boxing training.”

Shantelle grinned in amusement while Evan gave Wendell that ‘We have a lot to talk about’ look.

“Wendell told me about the requirements, and I swear I am as healthy as a horse,” Milan declared. “I hope it’s fine that I join your weekend routine?”

“Absolutely!” Shantelle replied. “Only the boys, Evan, Wendell, and my son, are doing the real exercises, though. Since I had a C-section with the twins, I can only do some walking for now, but of course, you are welcome to visit.”

She marched over to Milan, putting an arm around her, saying, “We are happy to have you. In fact, while Wendell is still living with us, you are welcome to join us every weekend.”

As she guided Milan to the back of the house, she turned to Wendell and winked at him.

Wendell was surprised. He mouthed to Shantelle, ‘I don’t know what you are talking about?’

Let’s go, Wendell,” Evan called. “Let’s get started.”

Daddy, I am ready!” Lucas announced, running down the stairs.

At the back of the mansion, Evan had a mini-gym. It had several cardio machines, weights, and boxing equipment that would allow him and his wife to work out conveniently without leaving the house.

While Shantelle simply walked on a treadmill, Evan led the group with some stretching routine. After which, they formed groups of their own.

while Wendell reviewed what Milan had learned. In only half an hour, Lucas was throwing punches

with each punch

Lucas!” Shantelle

Lucas. Milan said, “Lucas is a natural! I need to

the

another section of the gym and suggested, “Come

under your shoulders and turn towards your target. Put your non-dominant foot in front of you and point it at a thirty-five to forty-five-degree angle toward your target. Plant your dominant foot behind you like

with your target so you’re comfortable, but keep your back foot open. Throwing power comes from the lower body, not the upper body, so you

move away from his well-defined biceps, his broad chest that formed beneath his workout clothes, how his eyes looked intense at his every punch, and how a few of

“Got it?” Wendell asked.

to hide her shame. Clearing her throat, she said, “I am usually a

cut herself off and did what she had been itching to do for the past few minutes. With her fingers, she tucked a few strands of Wendell’s hair behind

light-brown eyes. It was as if time stilled, and both were looking at each other. Eventually, Wendell chuckled and said, “It’s going to

at least. She shrugged and answered, “I don’t know.

moment, Wendell returned to giving instructions. He helped position Milan’s body by guiding her arms and legs, their skins touching in the

shot at it. With Wendell’s guidance, she

Shantelle also excused herself, saying, “My babies are calling. We will check with you guys later! Take

After working on her punches, Wendell suddenly proposed, “Are you tired? Do

said, “Sure, why not. Just a few

way he posed and kicked his leg up in

the end, Wendell

with a fighting stance,”

you lean back like this,” Wendell guided her frame while holding her arms and letting her rest on his chest. “Let’s try it this time. Extend your