She didn't know that Yigol Novak could fight too?
She hadn't seen it before, but through their interactions over the past couple of days, she realized that Yigol Novak was a man of his word. If he said he could do something, he could do it.
Worst case scenario, she could step in herself.
Yigol Novak nodded and looked at Roger Willock, "Where do we fight? Here or somewhere else?"
"Pfft, just follow me." Roger Willock glanced disdainfully at Yigol Novak and went ahead.
Suri Drew and Yigol Novak followed him, and on the way, Suri cautioned, "Honey, you have to be careful. He's the strongest one here."
"Trust me, I'll take him down with one hand in a minute, and he won't dare to be arrogant anymore. Just wait and see."
Roger Willock led them to a large training ground. It seemed to be the place where they usually practiced fighting.
Willock stood in the center, ready for battle.
However, he was rather casual, clearly not taking Yigol Novak seriously.
Yigol Novak hooked his mouth, reminded Suri to keep her distance, and came to face Roger, looking even more casual than him.
This attitude infuriated Roger Willock, and he fiercely punched at Yigol Novak.
Yigol didn't even move his hands; relying on his endurance, he dodged Roger's attacks time and time again.
It had to be said that Roger did have some skills. Being able to dodge these attacks was a skill in itself.
Unexpectedly, Yigol simply grabbed Roger's wrist as Roger furiously punched him. Yigol stepped back a few steps and threw Roger out like a sandbag.
When Roger hit the ground, the inertia carried him further.
Roger, feeling like his internal organs were about to shatter, didn't even have the strength to get up.
Yigol Novak came to Roger, bent down slightly to face him, and said, "With this level of skill, how dare you provoke others? I thought you were really strong."
"Didn't you say you'd beat me down with one hand?"
"Someone like you isn't even worth it. Listen, don't bother my wife again. Otherwise, I won't be so lenient next time we fight."
After speaking, Yigol Novak ignored Roger, who was still lying on the ground, and walked toward Suri Drew.
"Darling, let's go."
Suri nodded and praised, "Husband, you're just too amazing."
Yigol Novak's performance had exceeded Suri Drew's expectations.
"If you praised me like that in a different situation, I'd be satisfied. I mean..."
Before Yigol finished speaking, Suri understood his meaning.
"You really have thick skin." Suri blushed.
"Well, I'm a man too."
Yigol Novak took Suri Drew's hand and placed it on his arm, and the two left the training ground.
When they left, they didn't even give an extra glance at Roger.
"Husband, is there anything else you're hiding from me? Can you just tell me all at once?"
On the way home, Suri Drew still couldn't get over the shock.
"I can't tell you, I want you to slowly get to know me, to fall in love with me bit by bit, until you're in so deep that you can't help it." Yigol pretended to be mysterious, not forgetting to tease Suri Drew.
"Anyway, my skills are so diverse that even I don't know where to start. That being said, except for having babies, I can probably do everything else," Yigol Novak joked.
"Tch, who said I wanted to have your baby? Your skin is getting thicker and thicker, you're always being so lustful," Suri Drew blushed and replied.
"I'm only like this with you." Yigol Novak laughed and looked at her for a moment.
"How did you learn to be so bad, always flirting? Are you constantly surrounded by women, accumulating experience? Do you have two or more phones for flirting with those women?" Suri Drew stared into Yigol's eyes, trying to see if he was lying.
"Darling, I'm so wronged. How about we never part, even when sleeping? That way you can know my whereabouts at all times," Yigol teased.
"You're at it again, we've only known each other for two days even though we're married." Suri Drew blushed.
"Then how are you going to explain to your bestie when she sees we're not living together?" Yigol asked slyly.
"You think you can trap me? No way! When my bestie arrives, I'll have you sleep in the guest room, and I'll sleep with her. There's no problem with that, ok?" Suri Drew lifted her chin and said.
"Ah, I miscalculated." Yigol sighed.
They fell silent for a moment before Yigol spoke again, "Here's the plan: you put some clothes and other personal items in my room, and I'll do the same in your room. That way, your bestie won't be able to tell anything."
Suri initially agreed, but then Yigol continued, "It's best to place some casual clothes, and... things girls use when they don't want to have babies."
"We should open a few packets too, so that when your bestie sees them, she won't suspect anything."
"People who learn kick-boxing are observant, even if they don't excel at other things. If they see through our act, we won't be able to save face."
"Let's try to be more affectionate, hugging and kissing when there's nothing to do…"
"Say one more word and I'll beat you up." Suri Drew's face turned red.
"Alright, alright, I won't talk anymore, okay?" Yigol laughed loudly.
"Drive, I don't want to accompany you to death. I'm not talking to you anymore, hmph." Suri Drew, having lost the argument, decided to give Yigol the silent treatment, lest he bring the conversation back to sleeping together.
Soon, the pair arrived at the airport and met Suri Drew's bestie, Rachel Turkish.
When Yigol Novak saw her, his eyes lit up. This lady was so carefree.
She had short hair and looked very capable. Her facial features were extraordinarily delicate, unlike ordinary beauties. She had no adornments and didn't even wear makeup, looking naturally beautiful.
She was tall, comparable to an international model in temperament. Both hands were casually placed in her pockets, looking extremely carefree.
"This is Rachel Turkish."
"This is Yigol Novak." Suri Drew introduced them to each other.
Rachel Turkish and Yigol Novak both stepped forward, greeted each other, and Rachel reached out to shake hands with Yigol.
Yigol cooperated and shook hands with her.
However, Rachel didn't let go of his hand.
The grip tightened, and at first, Yigol just took it without retaliating or letting go.
Rachel's grip grew stronger and stronger; only then did he start to squeeze back.
Both of their faces wore smiles, and the atmosphere was quite strange.
Yigol secretly marveled at Rachel Turkish, who was much more formidable than that Roger in the gym. If Suri hadn't boasted about his martial arts skills earlier, his hand would probably have been crushed by Rachel by now.