Chapter 1797: The next stage of the competition (4)

The competition with riffles was ongoing and Aiden's focus was moving from the shooters to Sarah.

Somehow, seeing her there gave him peace of mind, and he wished for those riffle-shooters to work faster so that he can start, win, and join his wife.

"You are Alex, right?"

Aiden closed his eyes and started counting from ten backward. He didn't need to look to know that the female voice belongs to Mila. What a bother. Well, it took her long enough.

Aiden thought that pesky women will swarm him right away, and when they didn't, a part of Aiden hoped they gave up. A man can hope.

His lack of response didn't discourage Mila as she sat next to him on the bench. Too close.

Aiden scooted away from her until he reached a guy who glared at him from his left.

Aiden ignored him. He does not have time for any nonsense and standing up will not serve any purpose.