Chapter 320

Strangely, Bruce didn't move. I thought he hadn't understood me and added, "I can handle myself." As I turned to nock the arrow, I felt a firm grip on my wrist. "Place your index finger above the nock and your middle and ring fingers below it when nocking the arrow," Bruce instructed calmly as he adjusted my fingers. "Lower your left arm." He looked as still as a millpond; it was as if everything was normal, or the relationship between us was more than that of an investor and a project manager. Yet, we were so close that I could feel his every breath against me. I gripped the bow tighter and muttered, "You're attentive, Mr. Harold." "Focus." Bruce ignored the sarcasm in my tone and tightened his grip around my wrist. "When drawing the bow, your focus should be—" "I can't focus with you here." My interruption stunned Bruce. He glanced at me briefly. "It seems you had a good chat with Ernest earlier. You don't even care about winning now." Though his tone was calm, the mockery