97 The Idiot Collymore Part 1 (2/2)

Just when the match had ended, Collymore took the initiative to approach. He had plenty of experience hitting on women in the parking lot. Usually after 15 minutes, he would be having passionate sex with his pick-up target in the car.

”I did not expect such a beautiful lady like yourself would come to watch such a boring game.” Collymore stood behind Sophia, and the two people were very close together. ”May I have the honor of knowing your name, Miss... Ahhhh!”

Sophia, startled by the voice of a man who suddenly spoke behind her, abruptly turned around, and the raindrops on the umbrella splattered Collymore's face.

”Oh! I'm sorry, sir. I'm not...” She saw that Collymore had closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, but looked pathetic because he could not dodge in time and his face was wet with the water. Sophia repeatedly apologized and took out a tissue from her handbag for him to wipe the rain water off his face.

”Ah, there's no need for an apology, my dear lady,” Collymore said gently. At the same time, he quickly gripped Sophia's small hand and held it in his palm, feeling the coolness of her fingertips. He was completely unconcerned with wiping the water off his brow.

”Sir, stop!” Sophia did not expect him to grab her hand in such a blatant manner. She tried to struggle free, but the other party held on tightly.

”Ah, your hand is so cold and small, makes one feel so tender-hearted,” Collymore said while basking in the moment.

”B*stard! Take your hands off her!” His musing was awakened by a shout.

A boy, wearing the number 55 Forest jersey and all covered in mud, was standing inside the field. His hands were clutching the mesh wire fence, and he growled at him with a grim face, like an enraged beast.

Collymore glanced at him and frowned, but he did not listen to him and kept his hand as it was.

”Mr. Stan Collymore, I suggest you let go of her hand.” Another voice came beside the kid.

Tony Twain glared at Collymore. He had not finished speaking, and the angry Wood had begun to climb the wire fence.

”Ah! Damn it!” Tang En knew what Wood was going to do, so he rushed up the wire fence, too, hoping to get in front of Wood to stop him. But it was somewhat difficult seeing how fast he climbed.

As a player, Wood was more agile than Twain. He jumped off the wire fence first, rushed forward after landing, and punched Collymore!

”Wood!” Tang En had just straddled the top of the fence and could do nothing to stop it from happening.

”George!” Sophia exclaimed.

Collymore was knocked down and made a splash on the ground. The umbrella was overturned in the rain and swayed gently. As for his hand, he naturally released his grip.

He fell in a puddle and was soaked all over. His brand new suit and shirt were so drenched by the dirty water that their original colors were no longer apparent. His right cheek was bruised and swollen. He was a passionate playboy a moment ago, but now he had become a pathetic, wet dog.

”You little b*stard!” said Collymore, who, humiliated in front of the beauty, got up and was going to fight back. But this time Tang En stood between them.

”What are you doing, Mr. Collymore?” Tang En blocked him and stared at him coldly.

”Move aside! This is none of your business!” The furious Collymore growled and shook his fist.

Tang En had no intention of listening to him. At the same time, behind him, Wood was also misbehaving. He wanted to get at and beat up the man who dared to be handsy with his mother. Sophia was trying so hard to pull him back that the umbrella in her hands fell to the ground.

”George, help your mother with the umbrella, don't let her get wet in the rain,” Tang En said without turning his head.

Wood stared blankly for a moment, looked at his mother with her hair wet with rain, and quickly rushed to pick up the umbrella. He then shielded it over his mother's head. He wanted to dry his mother's face without knowing if her face was wet from the rain or with tears, but his hands were full of mud and so was his jersey. He helplessly dawdled in front of his mother and could not wipe her face.

Still, Sophia smiled and took out the tissue from her bag and wiped the mud from Wood's hands and the sweat and rain from his face.