Capítulo 421: Clenched

Isabella closed the distance between her and Atticus, her tight fitted blue colored suit straining a little bit as she bent down to support Atticus.

There was only one thing currently in her head, and she truly hoped to the heavens that she was wrong.

This time around, Atticus didn't resist. He allowed himself to be carried upwards gently by Isabella.

'Why is she helping me this much?' Atticus thought it weird that an instructor, a female at that, was currently supporting him and giving him so much attention.

Atticus had learned to question everything he saw, no matter how subtle. He might not have put much emphasis on it, but with his incredible perception, it was impossible for him not to notice the subtle looks and glances Isabella had always thrown at him.

At first, he thought nothing of it after having come to the conclusion that she might have watched his battles on the screen. But as time passed, it became too obvious and more frequent.