Chapter 171 Make a bet

Chapter 171 Make a bet
The lovers’ first stop for the day was the golf center. Valencia in her golf attire and with her hair packed in a ponytail, while she actively stretched her body, looked like she was a professional.

“Madam. Miss.” A guard took a step forward and bowed to them. He handed each of them a new and expensive golf stick and took a step back, leaving the couple.

Valencia grinned and stroked the new golf stick. Her eyes suddenly flashed with a bewitching glint, and she smirked devilishly.

In fact, Maverick is known as one of the best golf players in the country, and he's internationally famous for breaking records. It's said that no one had ever beaten Maverick’s score before.

Back then, when Valencia was still actively chasing Maverick while learning and doing everything to appear as the ideal wife, Valencia had also picked up golf in order to impress Maverick.

While Valencia's skill might not be in the top and record-breaking category, Valencia believed that it should be easy for her to win today.

Looking at Maverick, who was currently sitting in the wheelchair, Valencia’s confidence reached an unprecedented level.

Maverick would definitely not be free while sitting in the wheelchair and playing golf like he would do on a normal day.

With this, shouldn't it be easy for Valencia to win against the world's best golf player? Just thinking about the praise and fame that comes after getting that title made a bout of excitement surge through her whole being.

Some devious thoughts began to brew in Valencia’s mind. Once Valencia wins, how easy would it be to make Maverick do her bidding?

Upon thinking like this, Valencia took a deep breath to regain her composure, and she arranged her expression.

Valencia hurried toward Maverick and bent next to his wheelchair. She held his hand like a caring wife and stroked the back of his palm while asking; her voice was laced with so much concern that if one didn't know better, one would believe that she cared about him a lot. “What do you think, Maverick? Are you up for it?”

Upon seeing the woman's look and hearing her words, Maverick arched his brows. Even though the woman tried to compose her face, there was a deviant grin that kept flickering in her eyes; how couldn't Maverick not see this? Clearly, the woman had a plan brewing in her mind.

Maverick rearranged his expression, his eyes filled with gloom. He reluctantly responded, “So-so.”

A surge of excitement and confidence overwhelmed Valencia. Definitely, Maverick already lacked the courage to play, and he really could not play like he would on a regular day.

Valencia held out her hand and smiled radiantly. “Maverick, how about we make a bet?”

Upon hearing this, Maverick's eyes flashed, and he fixed his gaze on her.

Valencia took a step back, rubbed her nose, and tugged her hair.

Being on the receiving end of such a gaze made her feel guilty and open; it was as if Maverick knew what she planned to do.

Valencia smacked her lips together and looked away. She stole a look at Maverick's dark face and bit her lower lip. She mumbled in a quiet voice, “It is not as if I want to bully you. It’s just… Anyway, I promise that I will go easy on you.” Even though her voice was filled with concern and sincerity, and her eyes were soft, the excitement that was laced in her voice could not be hidden at all.

Valencia inwardly declared not to ever go easy on Maverick because she has to win!

Valencia took hold of Maverick's hand and bent down to his level again. She looked at him with beautiful and limpid eyes. “I promise that the conditions of the bet are very simple, and they are not hard at all. I won't bully you on purpose. You can even give me a hard condition, and I will agree with it.”

There is no suffering that Valencia can't take later as long as she can beat a world-famous golf player today.

Not to mention that regardless of what Maverick says or the condition he poses, it's not as if he's going to win anyway.

Valencia became satisfied, and she said, “My conditions are not hard at all. I haven't even thought of a condition. I just want you to owe me a favor for the future. However, you can think of anything that you want, and I will fulfill it once you win regardless of what it is.”

Upon seeing the man's indifferent stance, Valencia pouted and spoke with such a cute and innocent tone, “Rick, in fact I am poor at playing golf, and you, a world-class player, can definitely beat me easy peasy. Isn't this just giving you a chance to beat me?”

Upon seeing that the indifferent stance didn't change, Valencia immediately lost her confidence to make a certain someone agree to betting with her.

Definitely, Maverick knows deep down that Valencia will beat him, so he lacks courage. This is the reason he refuses to accept her demand for a bet.

Valencia shrugged, sighed, and slowly stood up; a defeated expression hung on her face. “Well, well, I was mistaken. I should have understood that being in such a wheelchair limits your playing. Perhaps, you believe that I can beat you. Well, isn't it interesting? The world number one golf player can't beat an ordinary and poor golf player.”

Valencia waved her hand in the air and articulated, “It's fine. We can just play golf without a bet.”

With this, Valencia began to walk slowly toward the golf court while sighing repeatedly as if she had gone through a huge ordeal or she had been extremely bullied.

Even though Valencia claimed to be walking, it was right to say that she was dragging her feet. Each step forward took a lot of time before she could complete it.

It was as if Valencia was waiting for Maverick to change his mind and call her back. Unfortunately, she failed woefully.

The more she walked forward and failed to hear a voice, the more Valencia's heart broke. “Call me. Maverick, call me.” That was what Valencia's heart chanted. Unfortunately, none of it happened like she wished.

Unbeknownst to her, Maverick was amused by the woman’s actions. Although Maverick had done an investigation on the woman and he knew that the woman could play golf well, he didn't call her out and instead continued to act as if he didn't know anything.

Due to her action of turning her back to Maverick, Valencia wasn't able to catch Maverick's triumphant smirk.

It was only after a few minutes had passed thatMaverick finally rolled his wheelchair and uttered in a gloomy and conflicted voice, “Fine, let's have a bet. But… are you sure?”

Upon hearing this question, Valencia immediately believed that Maverick meant that was she sure that she would go easy on him?

Valencia puffed her chest and patted her chest in a bragging manner. “Don't worry, I will definitely go easy on you. Ah… What is your condition?”

Maverick took a glance at the woman from head to toe, and his throat tightened. His eyes fell on her long and smooth neck, and they darkened with want.

Maverick was such a jealous person, and he was so possessive over the woman that he didn't want to see any man looking at his woman.

Maverick didn't want to see his woman dressed so seductively like she currently did unless she was with him, only him.

Although the woman had misunderstood his question, he didn't bother to clarify. Instead, he said with a husky voice filled with desire, “Your night belongs to me throughout the time we spend on the island.”

Upon hearing this, Valencia's heart skipped a beat, and her face flushed red. She gritted her teeth and subtly glared at Maverick. This shameless man, he only knows about bed matters!

But in the next second, Valencia regained her calm. Well… Anyway, it doesn't matter. He can only dream about owning her night. She will definitely not give him the chance to beat her. “I accept.”

Her eyes glinted. Just thinking about the favor she planned to ask him later made Valencia's mood turn better, and she uttered once more, "Fine, let's play."

Valencia playfully bowed and extended her hand forward. “Well, men first.” Her confidence was so high that she did not even give herself a chance to think if Maverick could beat her. She felt that it wasn't possible.

Maverick took a glance at the woman, and he nodded, hiding his devilish smirk. Just because he's going around in a wheelchair doesn't mean that his ability is crippled. However, why won't he play according to his woman's thoughts?

Maverick rolled the wheelchair forward and positioned himself. After his calculations, he struck the golf ball.

Unfortunately, the golf ball went astray, slicing into the rough.

Upon seeing this, Valencia’s eyes widened in joy, and she became more satisfied, her illusory tail getting high.

It turns out that Maverick's skill was even worse than she thought. He could not play at all. Even making mistakes like a beginner.

Valencia handed her phone, which was currently recording the golf game, over to the bodyguard to hold and continue to record.

Valencia sighed, walked to Maverick, and patted his shoulder to comfort him and increase his confidence.

What if he lost confidence to play and decided that he won't play for the bet anymore? Valencia can't take the risk. No, she can't allow it.

“Maverick, let's do it like this: we'll play a full round of golf—eighteen holes. The player with the lowest score at the end will be the winner.”

Valencia held her golf stick tighter and strutted toward her ball while still coaxing, “Rick, you can't lose confidence. It is probably because you did not play in the long run. You should catch up after a few plays.”

Maverick's eyes darkened upon hearing the woman's jeering coaxing. Seeing her confidence made him want to spank her and let her cry his name.

Yet Maverick can only take a deep breath to calm himself. In the night. Yes, later in the night. Won't he have as much fun as he wants with the woman once she falls into the pit she dug for Maverick?

Ever since Maverick left the hospital, the woman never let him indulge in any activity, and she always refused to let him touch her.

The only thing that was acceptable to her was using her hand to solve his problem. Just thinking about it…

A sudden blank and piercing stare that landed on Valencia sent chills down her spine. She turned to Maverick, and she saw him staring at her calmly. Not appearing to be the one with such a gaze.

Valencia smacked her lips together and scratched her hair. Could it be that she was hallucinating?

Anyway, Valencia positioned her golf stick after calming herself down.

She made her calculation and struck the ball, and her ball cut down the fairway with ease.

“Yay…” Valencia's attempt to clap and scream paused upon seeing Maverick's accusatory and unhappy gaze.

It was as if Maverick was telling her with his gaze that she cheated him by pretending not to know how to play!

Valencia cocked her brows smugly. So what if? Anyway, who cares if it is scrupulous or not? As long as she won, the process doesn't matter.

Still Valencia smiled placatingly and patted Maverick’s shoulder. “A lucky swing. Just a lucky swing.” Even though she was lying, she didn't bat an eyelid at all.

Even a fool will know that it was far from a lucky swing, as she claimed.

Maverick sneered and went forward to hit the ball.

Although the ball still went astray, it was a bit better than the first play. Just a bit!

Seeing this, Valencia was not worried at all. With this way of playing, when wouldn't she win, Maverick?

Still, she went forward and comforted like a sincere fan before hitting her ball like a professional.

Receiving Maverick's accusatory glance, Valencia shrugged off her shoulder nonchalantly and stopped pretending. She can really play golf well; shouldn't he have noticed?

Well, isn't Maverick a businessman? Maverick should understand that there are times when unscrupulous means are needed!

“Valencia, very well!” Maverick's jaw clenched, and he spat with gritted teeth, his eyes darkening. If one didn't know better, one would believe that Maverick truly didn't know that Valencia can play golf.

Valencia threw a cocky smile at Maverick. What does it matter? She will definitely win anyway.

Maverick rolled the wheelchair forward and positioned himself before striking the ball again.

However, compared to before when the ball would go far astray, it only missed the putt by inches.

Seeing this made Valencia's heart skip a beat. Such a big improvement. Maverick made such a big improvement at a fast pace.

It's really scary thinking about it. But in the next second, she took a deep breath. Anyway, as long as she continues this way, when won't she win?

Hitting it like the professional she was, even if Maverick tried to catch up with her, it would be too late.

With this, Valencia swung her golf stick, and her play was very smooth.

Maverick smirked at Valencia and picked up the golf. To Valencia's shock, Maverick hit the ball perfectly.

However, the most shocking thing was that Maverick's hit was perfect, and he kept building par.

By the time they receive the scorecard, Maverick won!

Valencia’s eyes widened and her body shook; she fell onto the ground feeling like crying a river. She had proposed the bet; how come she was the one who lost? What type of sad fate is this?

Suddenly, a thought came to her mind, and she glared at Maverick fiercely while pointing at him, “Maverick, you cheated me!”