The day after discussing the cooperation strategy, Lettie invited Cierra to a high-end private club's gym for a workout. The pretext was to adjust her to the best physique, but the actual purpose was unknown. Cierra did not refuse; she was never one to avoid confrontation.
Lettie's nanny car came to pick up Cierra as agreed. Upon getting in, she saw Lettie dressed in a tight top and leggings. Perhaps because Basil wasn't present, Lettie's attitude towards her was much worse than yesterday. The whole ride, she didn't say a single word to her, nor even spared her a glance, as if she were an insignificant nobody.
Cierra didn't mind. After all, as a supporting role, her job was to highlight the protagonist's glow. She could endure this bit of grievance.
At the gym, she first went to the locker room to change into suitable workout clothes. When she reached the aerobics classroom, Lettie was already waiting, her expression slightly displeased. Her assistant deliberately said, "Next time, please be on time, Miss Howard. Miss Greene's time is precious; she doesn't have time to wait for you to change and arrive late."
Cierra glanced at Lettie's two-faced behavior, thinking that to complete Basil's courtship plan, she would endure. "I understand. I promise it won't happen again."
What she meant was that she would never meet with Lettie alone again, but Lettie might have misunderstood her genuine apology. Her expression softened slightly as she said, "My assistant Alivia is strict by nature. Don't take it to heart, Cierra. Come on, let's get started; the coach is already waiting."
The aerobic trainer was a fit young man, likely in his late twenties, named Eric. With broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips and well-defined deltoids, he seemed to be Lettie's personal trainer, and their interactions in public were rather intimate. Cierra witnessed Eric's hand wandering perilously close to Lettie's waistline, mere centimeters away from straying onto her ample bosom. Not wanting to speculate too much on the propriety of the object of Basil's affection, Cierra averted her eyes instead
He started by leading them through a gentle warm-up, but soon increased the intensity of the training. Cierra, who had never been fond of exercising even before transmigrating, began to feel her strength waning halfway through the class. In contrast, Lettie not only kept up with every rhythmic beat with ease but also seemed to jump more lightly and gracefully as the session progressed.
"If you're tired, you can rest on the side and join back when you regain your strength," Lettie said while jumping, her expression tinged with disdain, as if she couldn't believe the young girl couldn't last even twenty minutes.
But Cierra didn't care what she thought! Even if she wanted to help Basil complete his task, she needed to stay alive. If she continued this aerobic workout with Lettie, her life would be at risk.
During the break, seeing that Cierra didn't seem to intend to continue the second half of the aerobic class, Lettie deliberately walked up to her to show off her curves. "Little sister, not to be rude, but you're still so young, twenty-two? Twenty-three? Yet your muscles are so weak. How long has it been since you last worked out?"
Lettie deliberately straightened her spine, her round and firm breasts appearing even more towering and majestic under her tight-fitting top, as if condescendingly mocking Cierra's underdeveloped petite buns. Unwilling to be outdone, Cierra puffed out her chest, yet her small buns were no match for the towering breast of Lettie. Even she had to admit that Lettie's figure was perfect, truly possessing the capital to claim a devilish body.
In her heart, she thought, isn't it just that she hasn't exercised in nearly eighteen years? Anyway, she has a mom with a plain figure. Being a curvy, sexy beauty was never an option for her from the moment she was born.
"Lettie, the aerobics are too tiring. Can I exercise on the outdoor fitness equipment by myself?" she sighed.
Lettie paused, glanced at Eric standing not far away, and then responded, "Sure." She instructed her assistant, Alivia, to take her outside to get familiar with the gym environment.
Cierra softly thanked her. As she walked out of the aerobics room, she accidentally saw Eric's large hand resting on Lettie's perky butt, stroking back and forth. She swore she didn't see it wrong because Eric's fingers deliberately hooked the thong lines under Lettie's leggings.
Her heartbeat quickened, and she inexplicably felt a bit nauseous in her chest. A man's face appeared in her mind—handsome, focused, affectionate... but why did it seem a bit silly?
