Chapter 543:

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Kristopher’s brow furrowed with worry. “Are you alright?” His voice carried a hint of guilt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit that hard.”

But Dayna shook off the sting, exhilaration lighting her eyes. “No need to apologize. That was exactly what I needed. Come on. Let’s keep going.” She steadied her breath, refocusing on him—her gaze intense and unyielding. “It’s been a long time since I found someone who can go toe-to-toe with me. Honestly, if not for the difference in our build, I might have held my ground on that punch.”

Kristopher managed a crooked smile, nodding in acknowledgment. “You’re the first person in years who’s managed to meet my strength head-on.”

In that instant, the boundary between husband and wife, boss and partner, seemed to dissolve. All that remained were two fighters, equally matched, connected by a shared, electric passion that sparked between them.

A rush of joy surged through Dayna, the kind that only came from finding a true rival.

“Let’s go again. We’re not stopping until every ounce of frustration is out—before Chicton, we’re getting it all out right here.”

No sooner had Dayna finished than she sprang forward, unleashing another barrage. Kristopher parried and returned fire without hesitation, both of them locked in a fierce rhythm, as if they could anticipate each other’s every move.

By the end, Dayna’s sports top clung to her, soaked through with sweat. She flopped down onto the mat, peeling off her gloves with little care for how she looked. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? I swear, if you hadn’t gone into business, you’d be killing it in just about anything you tried.” Kristopher’s knack for boxing made her genuinely admire him.

How did one man get so much handed to him by fate?

Kristopher’s mouth curved into an easy smile. “Think you’ve got anything left in the tank?”

𝗙o𝗹𝘭𝗼𝘸 𝗎𝘴 𝗈𝗻 g𝖺𝘭𝗇оve𝗹ѕ.𝖼𝘰𝘮

He reached down, offering his hand. That intense edge from earlier had faded, replaced by a relaxed calm.

Dayna slipped her hand into his, hauling herself to her feet. “Let’s hit the showers and head out to Chicton.”

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