Chapter 2

Snowdrop's sweet voice came through, "Who told you not to satisfy me yesterday? You abandoned us, mother and child, for just one phone call. Are your sweetheart and I combined not as important as that tomboy?"

Unexpectedly, Gunner replied, "Shut up! How dare you compare yourself to my Jolene? I only care about the baby in your belly."

"Jolene can't bear children, and I couldn't bear to see her suffer through childbirth. Otherwise, why would it be your turn to give birth?"

Snowdrop's displeased voice sounded, "Then what about the compensation you promised me? I don't want to run into that tomboy. This championship must be mine!"

Gunner didn't immediately answer this question, and my breathing quickened.

After a moment, he said:

"I'll make Jolene withdraw from the competition."

I closed my eyes, hung up the phone, and waited until I heard the competition announcement.

I opened a bottle of ice water and poured it over myself from head to toe.

The cold was bone-chilling.

But it was enough to wake me up.

In the next three qualifying matches, my opponents were all very strong. Although I won, I was also seriously injured.

The hidden pain in my abdomen, as well as the morning sickness, led me to a bold guess.

Because of this, I was hindered throughout the matches, desperately trying to protect my abdomen. When I stepped down from the arena steps, my entire foot felt weak and unsteady.

In a moment of carelessness, I missed a step.

"Watch out!"

A pair of large hands caught me just in time. I looked up to see Gunner's worried gaze.

Seeing the various bruises and swelling on my body, Gunner immediately became furious.

"How did you get injured like this?"

"Are the organizers blind? Letting a contestant compete in this condition – do they want to lose their jobs?"

Gunner's voice was laced with anger, drawing a crowd of onlookers.

A representative from the organizing committee rushed over, apologizing profusely.

"Mr. Frost, please calm down. We truly dropped the ball here. We'll make immediate improvements and ensure Miss Jolene has a perfect competition experience in the future."

At these words, the surrounding contestants and reporters instantly changed the way they looked at me.

Before I could speak, Gunner suddenly swept me up into his arms.

"Jolene, your injuries are the priority. We're going to the hospital first."

The doctor said my injuries were only superficial and could be treated with some ointment.

Gunner anxiously crouched down to apply the medicine for me, his movements as gentle as if he were handling delicate porcelain.

Over the years, he's been unfailingly attentive to my every need.Every nutritious meal I eat is specially prepared by him, a skill he learned just for me.

Whenever we argue, he's always the one to make amends.

No matter how busy work gets, he never misses any of my boxing matches.

When I wanted to compete in boxing, he invested to change the rules, allowing women to participate in official matches!

When I struggled to get pregnant, he staunchly defended me in front of everyone, claiming it was his issue.

He respects me, cherishes me, and once made me feel like the luckiest person alive.

But now, this same man has a child with another woman.

How ironic!

Back at the hotel near the competition venue, Gunner went to handle some work, and I ran into other competitors from the same tournament.

When they saw me, they made no effort to hide their contempt.

"Person who has connections-based favoritism sure make a difference. Sleep your way to the top and the championship's in the bag."

"I can't believe this kind of bad apple has any right to box. It's a disgrace to the spirit of competitive sports!"

I frowned, "Yes, Gunner is my boyfriend, but I haven't given myself any unfair advantage. If you want the championship, let your skills do the talking!"

I thought Gunner's public support for me had led the other competitors to misunderstand.