Chapter 65 Hurrying Back to Sleep with Iris
"Huh? Remember what?"
Wright had been spacing out. He hated these handover sessions the most.
He glanced down at the blueprints in his hands. Thankfully, Harrison had labeled them clearly. If he looked closely, he should be able to figure it out.
Of course, it didn't matter if he didn't understand—with Donovan around, things would work out in the end anyway!
He looked up and met Donovan’s piercing gaze, quickly nodding at him.
"Got it. So?”
Donovan patted him on the shoulder. "I'm handing the coordination and on-site supervision over to you for now. Harrison and I need to head back to Anaheim.”
“No way!" Wright exclaimed dramatically, looking thoroughly reluctant.
“How am I supposed to handle something this big by myself? What exactly are you going back to Anaheim for?"
"To see Iris."
The two stared at each other. Then, Wright suddenly realized what was going on, slapping his forehead.
"You aren't rushing back just to sleep with Iris, are you? I heard she got injured at Corbin’s place. She won't recover for at least two weeks. Donovan, that's too much!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a swift, powerful side kick came flying at him. Wright reacted quickly, dodging it deftly.
He immediately stripped off his camouflage jacket and the T-shirt underneath, tossing them at Harrison and revealing his well-defined muscles.
"Fine. You really want to do this, don't you? Abandoning your teammates and running off during a mission? Come on! Let’s see if I let you walk away today.”
Donovan had no interest in wasting words on him. He took off his suit jacket and tossed it on the ground.
The top few buttons of his black shirt were undone, his cuffs were rolled up, and he cracked his knuckles.
Seeing this, Harrison picked up the jacket and backed into the corner of the room.
The fight between Donovan and Wright was quite a spectacle.
The money I spent on that underground boxing match ticket yesterday has definitely paid for itself—and then some!
Harrison pulled out his phone and started recording, staring at the two men facing off, determined to capture every move they made.
Clearly, Donovan was set on leaving.
His right fist shot out like lightning. If it connected, it would leave his opponent bloodied and bruised.
Wright ducked his head, narrowly avoiding the blow. At the same time, he grabbed Donovan’s wrist and delivered an elbow strike to his armpit.
Donovan grunted and used his opponent’s momentum to flip sideways in midair, breaking free successfully.
He created some distance between himself and Wright.
Wright had gained a slight upper hand. Smugly, he beckoned Donovan with a flick of his finger. Immediately, he followed up with a sweeping kick aimed at Donovan’s upper body.
Unfortunately, the kick missed. Donovan caught his leg and sent Wright crashing to the ground. Donovan then kicked Wright in the knee, causing him to stagger in pain.
Wright pushed himself up and threw a heavy punch, which Donovan dodged easily by stepping aside.
The two exchanged blows so quickly that they left afterimages, like two ferocious beasts fully in the zone and radiating a fierce and intense aura.
After half an hour, Wright’s body was covered in bruises and contusions.
Harrison couldn't tell from Donovan's shirt, but he certainly wasn't in much better shape.
Only their strikingly handsome faces remained unscathed, each with its own unique style.
Harrison couldn’t help but shrug.
It was as if they had planned it in advance; every punch was heavy and vicious, yet they never aimed for each other’s faces.
Apart from being drenched in sweat, their faces were completely unscathed.
They did have an uncanny rapport.
For a moment, Harrison couldn’t tell if they were going all out or just messing around.
After a brief pause to catch his breath, Donovan braced himself with one hand on the table, pushed off with his toes, and leaped into the air.
He twisted his torso with all his might, raised his right leg high, and slammed it down with all his strength!
Wright raised his arm to block, but the force still sent his body reeling to the side, nearly bringing him to one knee.
Donovan seized the moment, wrapping his leg around Wright’s neck to pin him down. The two spun halfway through the air before crashing down onto the floor with a loud thud.
The pain made both of them groan.
Wright braced himself with one hand, ready to struggle free. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Harrison in the corner. Harrison was holding his phone and recording the scene with a deadpan expression.
When he sparred with Donovan, they usually went back and forth at first, but in the final moments, Wright lost six or seven times out of ten.
If he lost again this time and Harrison recorded it, taking it back as instructional material to study over and over or even showing it to the team’s rookies, that would be way too embarrassing!
Wright deflated instantly and raised his hands in surrender.
"I give up!"
Donovan stood up and kicked him several times in quick succession. "Can you handle this on your own?"
"Of course I can!"
Wright dodged the kicks, grimacing in pain and waving his hands frantically at Donovan.
"Go ahead, but don't be gone too long. I won’t be able to hold out for long.”
“I’ll be back in a day.”
Hearing this, Wright propped his head up with one hand as he lay on his side on the ground. He raised an eyebrow at Donovan with reckless abandon.
"A day? The round trip from Voss Harbor to Anaheim alone takes 22 hours.”
“Add in the time you’ll spend showering and changing, and wow, Donovan, are you planning to spend less than two hours on that? Are you not a pro in the bedroom?”
Donovan chuckled softly and nodded thoughtfully. "You've got a point. Let’s make it two days, then.”
Hearing this, the smile that had been playing on Wright’s lips vanished instantly.
He leaped to his feet.
“Hey! Don’t do that! Donovan, forget what I said!”
Ignoring Wright’s shouts, Donovan took the suit jacket from Harrison and walked away without looking back.
“I need to go check on Iris. She’s broke and injured. What if anything happens to her?"
Should he give her money?
Wright stopped shouting abruptly.
He stared blankly at Donovan’s hastily retreating back. He saw a reflection of his past self in Donovan, and his eyes took on a shadow of the past unconsciously.
Donovan was serious this time.
Harrison tossed the jacket back to Wright.
“If Iris needs money, the boss can sort it out with a single phone call. Is it really necessary for him to make a special trip just for that?”
“That’s where you’re missing the point!” Wright composed his expression and turned to look at Harrison.
"Donovan didn't give her any money on purpose. That way, he has an excuse to rush back to see her and leave me here to deal with everything!"
“On purpose?” Harrison still didn’t quite get it.
Wright sighed. "That feeling of not being able to let go—you'll understand it once you fall in love with someone."
Can’t let go?
Harrison wasn’t quite sure what that meant.
But, seeing how seriously Wright was speaking, he understood the gist.
“You make it sound so convincing, as if you have a woman you love,” Harrison said.
"I do." Wright’s voice caught, and his eyes, which had just cleared up, clouded over again.
“Who?”