His Regret: The Billionaire's Untamed Wife

Chapter 8

Leah

Evan's gaze met mine from across the room, and for a tiny moment, I thought I saw a familiar emotion flicker on is features, but I was wrong as he immediately looked away and walked over to the gym manager, Lucas.

"What is he doing here?" Chloe whispered in annoyance from beside me, her brows set in a deep frown.

Ever since I had told her about the incident with Evan, she had been hell bent on payback.

How could I even pay back such meanness?

My best revenge to me, was leaving and not looking back.

Yet it seemed we ran into each other everywhere.

"Who cares?" I rolled my eyes and got to my feet, suddenly itching to do something other than lifting weights.

The gym was massive, and also had a boxing ring, where I had noticed a few boxers come to train.

I eyes the empty ring, spying a woman in the corner casually rubbing some powder on her wrists. Beside her, a pair of gloves lay.

From where I stood, I couldn't really see much of her face, just enough to know she was way older than I was.

Was she a trainer?

Something buzzed inside of me. It was a familiar feeling and I found myself walking towards her before I even finished the thought.

"Where are you going?" Chloe asked from behind.

I shrugged. "Where do you think?"

It had been too long.

I felt a familar gaze on me, but paid no heed to it as I stopped in front of the woman.

"The gym is that way." she said, without looking up, making me raise a brow.

"I didn't ask where the gym was." I replied and dipped my hand into the powder.

She paused for a full second, but didn't still look up. "I didn't say you did, lady. Just letting you know this area is restricted to a certain type of people, and you do not fit into that demographic."

My temple ticked in annoyance at her words.

Who did she think she was, speaking to me that way?

"And who made you a judge of what demographic I should be in?"

The woman looked up, and I almost choked in shock as I instantly recognized who she was.

Getrude Blanchet.

Four times world femal boxing champion.

If I wasn't so pissed, I would have bounced on my heels in awe, but regardless of who she was, I was done with people looking down on me.

Getrude allowed her gaze run over me for a total of three seconds, before she turned back to her task. If she noticed me recognize her, she didn't say a word about it. "Okay then." I tensed slightly as she looked back up at me and smirked. "Fight me."

My eyes went round. "Wh_what?"

She raised a blonde brow, "What? I thought you were on the correct side on the building."

My heart thudded in my chest, and I looked around to see that our little exchange had not gone unnoticed by the gym members as a handful of people had their attention on us.

I swallowed, suddenly nervous.

Chloe looked pale, her eyes wide as she shook her head ever so slightly in disapproval. "Don't." she mouthed, still shaking her head.

A laugh from the other end had my gaze wandering towards it and I saw Evan, his eyes on me, even if he was still in a conversation with Lucas. Beyond the laughter which died down very quickly, I saw a look of disapproval in his gaze. Not the kind Chloe was giving, but the kind that made me hand in my resignation letter.

He still didn't see me as a woman. And what kind of woman, boxed?

Something snapped inside of me and I turned to Gertrude and plastered a smirk on my lip. "Fine."

I dusted my hands, then picked a spare glove, not waiting for her before I climbed into the ring.

My mother had been a one time national champion in boxing. It was on the eve of her celebration she had met my father.

I had grown up to many tapes of her trainings and tournaments. When she had died, I had wanted to have a piece of her with me, so I had begged my grandfather to put me in an academy. Dad had agreed on the condition that when it was time, I was to choose a business major.

I had agreed, acing every subject so I could go on tours.

Gertrude was a big name, but I did love a little challenge every now and then.

A small crowd formed around the ring as Getrude stepped in, looking cocky as hell.

Why she may not have been my favorite female boxer, I had watched her a few times to know she packed mean punches. Which meant I was going home in pains.

But when that familiar laughter rang again, I rolled my shoulders in resolve and took a stance.

"This is gonna hurt." Getrude smirked, earnigna few sneakers from around that were not in my favor.

"Whatever. Just bring it." I shrugged as someone volunteered as a refree.

The whistle blew faster than I expected, and so did the punch from Getrude.

I didn't duck fast enough as her gloved hand connected with my chin, sending my face twisting to the side.

Pain exploded all over the side of my face, and so did shock as my gaze landed on a familiar figure, just walking into the building.

Casper.