Chapter 32

　　"Baby doll, focus." 　　Breaking off her gaze, Anastasia smiled sheepishly at Draco who was looking at her with amusement. They'd been training all morning and apparently, she couldn't take her eyes off Draco's sweaty upper body. He was half-naked and wore only pants. All throughout the morning, he'd been guiding her on exercising her arms and torso so that she would have more stamina and strength. 　　She had to admit, she wasn't the strong type of woman. But she sure wished to be like one. The mansion was filled with men and women in uniform to serve them. She wondered if the women were strong as the guys. Anastasia could really use some inspiration. But for now, she should finish what she started. 　　"Oh, sorry," she apologized, looking up at Draco with guilty eyes. "Let's try again." 　　"Alright try to punch me again," he replied with more seriousness. "Think that I'm your enemy." 　　Anastasia took a deep breath. She couldn't possibly think of Draco as her enemy but she had to try. Drac