Chapter 1580 - 1581: He Drinks the Water She Drank From...

Dawn Sutherland smiled but left the next words unsaid.

With Finley distracted by something on the field, winning would be tough.

Dawn’s gaze shifted to Iris Seys, standing beside the sports field, and he whispered to his wife Daisy Grant with a smile, "What do you think?"

Daisy Grant, with an elegant and refined aura, replied with a smile, "It’ll be a draw."

"Hmm, I think so too." Dawn smiled, embracing Daisy Grant, appearing even more gentle and refined.

Jorge Saxton watched Dawn and Daisy’s affectionate gestures from the corner of his eye, then glanced at his nephew and Finley on the sports field, feeling disgruntled.

Even his sister’s child could carry soy sauce, but he’s still single and hasn’t received Lydia’s forgiveness.

Looking at Dawn and Daisy now, they’re so blissfully happy. As a single guy, he can’t help but feel a bit bitter!

Jorge looked at Lydia Brooke beside him and noticed her gaze fixated on Derek, pursing his thin lips, feeling lost and disappointed.

The elders above were discussing the children, while the competition on the field grew increasingly intense.

After another tense ten minutes with no winner, Ryan Seys couldn’t stand it anymore and signaled for a pause.

"Take a break! It’s always a tie, and if you continue, there will be no winner!"

Iris Seys grabbed two bottles of water and handed the one Derek had previously drunk to him.

"Brother Derek, have some water; let’s leave it at that today. You and Finley did great."

"Hmm." Derek Brooke smiled lightly, took the water, unscrewed it, and drank.

A cold gaze shot over from the side, carrying a chill.

Iris felt a sharp gaze pierce through and turned to meet Finley’s cold face. She immediately grabbed her water and walked toward Finley.

Looking at Finley’s gloomy face, Iris pretended to be light-hearted, "The result is a draw, Finley, take a break."

Luckily, Finley didn’t lose; otherwise, wouldn’t his face be even more foul?

He hasn’t lost, and yet his expression is already so sour.....

Ryan patted Finley’s shoulder, "Yeah, Finley, take a break, you’re drenched in sweat."

Finley glared at Iris with a cold gaze, sharp as a blade, then glanced at Derek, who was drinking water.

When Iris wondered why Finley was upset, she followed his gaze to Derek, drinking water, immediately understanding the cold why Finley’s eyes were so frosty.

Iris spread her hands, "I really don’t have any water left. The bottle I gave Derek is one he used himself, so I handed it to him."

Is Finley really upset over a bottle of water?

Is it worth it?

Would she really be so stingy as not to give Finley water?

Of course not! The key point is Derek originally brought these two bottles while playing ball with her, so she truly didn’t have any extra water.

Seeing Iris’s bemused and bewildered expression, Finley didn’t speak, but upon hearing Iris’s explanation, his expression improved just a little.

Watching Iris’s open hand, Finley reached out and, with his long, fair fingers, directly took the water bottle from Iris and proceeded to unscrew it.

Is he intending to drink her water?

Watching Finley’s actions, Iris blurted out instinctively, "I drank from that, Finley—"

As soon as the words were out, Finley had already unscrewed the cap and was tipping the mineral water into his mouth, seamlessly and swiftly!

Finley gulped down more than half the bottle, leaving Iris facing him feeling somewhat embarrassed.

She drank from it, but Finley didn’t mind at all?

From childhood to now, anything she ate or drank, Finley never minded, just took it and enjoyed it, without any hint of hesitation!