Chapter 38 He Seemed To Be Good At Everything

As I made one mistake after another, Matteo began his throw. His hand was steady, and the force of the throw was just right, hitting the metal ring perfectly.

He nailed the first and second rings on his first try and quickly moved on to the third ring. The frisbee flew from his hand and hit the target!

I stared in disbelief—three throws for me to hit, and he did it in one?

"You're distracting me!" I glared angrily at Antonio.

Antonio's smile faded as he raised an eyebrow coldly. "I'm distracting you?"

It was terrible—I had forgotten that Antonio had a nasty temper. I stepped back fearfully. "I mean, your presence is too imposing. Standing next to you, I can't help but pay attention to you."

Antonio stepped closer and suddenly gripped my wrist. "I'll remember what you said, Sienna."

The shock on my face didn't even come close to the terror inside. What had he just said? Remember what?

"Where are you taking me? Don’t drag me..."

"Don't move!" Antonio commanded, and I stiffened, letting him pull me into his embrace without resisting.

Antonio’s warm chest pressed against my back as his hands guided mine, holding the frisbee, explaining the direction to exert force and the angle to throw.

The frisbee soon left my hand, tracing an arc in mid-air before accurately landing in the metal ring. It hit!

I couldn't believe it! I glanced at the metal ring and then back at Antonio. "How did you do that?"

Antonio slapped my backside in feigned anger. "You weren't paying attention in class!"

I gasped, embarrassed, especially with his bodyguards watching. They knew all too well about my relationship with Antonio, but every affectionate act he performed in front of them always left me feeling shy and ashamed.

The bodyguards knew I was Antonio’s mistress, and that he was engaged to another. What must they think of me when they saw us together?

Antonio taught me again, and this time I dared not let my mind wander. Miraculously, with Antonio guiding my hand, we hit the metal ring once more. He was incredible!

"Have you ever been to a picnic before?"

"Of course not, I'm too busy." Antonio let go, allowing me to try throwing on my own.

"But you play frisbee well." I mimicked the posture and judgment Antonio had taught me. The first throw missed, but the second hit!

"Is this some kind of game that requires training?" Antonio's face wasn’t joking, which was quite demoralizing.

Even though it was just for fun and not a professional competition, could a regular person hit the target every time on their first try?

"Don't try to compete with Matteo." Antonio returned to his job, giving me what seemed like friendly advice. I didn’t see it as friendly at all!

I crossed my arms, defiant. "You think I'd lose?"

"It's obvious." Antonio didn’t mince words, stating a fact. "Matteo is one of my best bodyguards, skilled in long-range shooting. Aiming is part of his daily routine."

"You're trying to match your amateur skills against Matteo's professionalism."

Was Antonio calling me out for overestimating myself? Well, I admit I was. I hadn’t realized Matteo’s shooting skills were so advanced.

Long-range shooting? So he's a sniper? He looks only 17.

Oh my, what am I doing? I regretted my actions, having once again overlooked his identity due to his age—he was a mafia, after all.

The competition continued, but my hopes for victory dwindled due to my numerous mistakes, while Matteo made very few and scored higher than me.

This was my first loss in a frisbee match, and to a 17-year-old kid, no less. Well, not an ordinary kid—he was Antonio's bodyguard, an outstanding sniper in the mafia.

Realizing the extraordinary nature of Antonio and his bodyguards, I no longer wished to compete in frisbee. Matteo offered to let me win, but I sternly refused.

I untied my skirt and adjusted my sleeves before putting my jacket back on. Carefully as I was, my white dress still picked up blades of grass and dirt.

I hadn't put on my high heels; I enjoyed the feeling of bare feet on the grass.

I sat back down on the picnic blanket, my high heels beside me. Antonio probably finished his work; his laptop was packed away, and the stool moved aside. He glanced at my feet, now speckled with grass, with a particularly intense focus.

I couldn't understand the meaning behind his look, but I instinctively felt afraid. As I debated whether to put on my shoes, he sat down beside me.

I glanced at him cautiously. Maybe I should put on my shoes after all...

Sneakingly reaching for my high heels, my fingers barely touched the laces when Antonio caught my hand.

I flinched, stunned, looking at him.

Antonio's gaze lingered intensely on my bare feet. After a moment that felt too long, my toes curled in embarrassment and he finally shifted his gaze away, taking my high heels and placing them where I couldn't reach without standing.

"Wait to put them on."

My expression must have been puzzled; I couldn't understand his actions. But as his hand slid from my thigh to touch my foot, I was relieved he didn't go further, a cold sweat breaking out on my back.

I was struggling to calm down, trying not to show too much resistance, just subtly shifting to sit a bit further from him.

But Antonio was too perceptive; every move I made was under his watchful eye. As soon as I moved, his sharp gaze snapped to me.

"What are you doing?"

"I... I want an apple." I reached for an apple from the fruit plate and took a bite, looking sullen.

Antonio scoffed and reached out to pinch my cheek—not just a pinch, more like a tug, almost deforming my face.

"It hurts!" I slapped his hand away. My control wasn't great, and the slap was louder than expected, silencing the surroundings momentarily.

It took me a second to realize what I'd done. Was it too late to apologize?

Then, unexpectedly, Antonio laughed. I thought he must be furious.

"I'm sorry..." I began to apologize.

Antonio patted my face, his gesture more like scolding a misbehaving pet. "You're too fierce, Sienna. You should be a lady."

"No." I refused. Being a lady might make me elegant and intelligent, but it wouldn't fill my stomach.