Jax paused, sinking into silence for a moment.
Annabelle understood that he was feeling uneasy and quietly waited for him to continue.
She also reflected on the days she had spent interacting with Jax. She had long realized that Jax was skilled in many areas—he wasn’t just good at fighting, but also at rowing, swimming, fishing, and even repairing boats and doing needlework.
Now that she thought about it, he must have learned boat repairs because he was the son of a fisherman, and needlework likely came from taking care of his sister. He must have been a really good brother.
"Did you learn to fight back then?" she asked softly.
Jax nodded. He explained that when he first entered the underground boxing ring, he was a beginner, but the boxing ring’s owner saw potential in him.
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