The Scent of 197

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Chapter 197

Trevor asked again, “You or me?”

Celeste looked at Jordyn. “Jo, you decide.”

“Dad.” Jordyn said, “Mom doesn’t know how to play basketball, but Dad is really good at it.”

Celeste actually did know how to play basketball. But she didn’t correct her.

Since Jordyn had already made up her mind, she simply said, “You do it.”

Trevor nodded. “Alright.”

The sun was getting hotter, and the outdoor temperature had risen significantly.

Trevor took off his long black coat and handed it to her. “Hold this for me.”

Celeste just looked at it, took it, and placed it on the grass nearby. (1

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

However, just before the game started, he suddenly told her, “When you record the video later, keep up with our pace. Don’t just stand still.”

Celeste replied, “Got it.”

The Ball Transportation Game’s rules required the parent to pull a loop of rope forward while the child dribbled a basketball inside the loop.

At the turnaround point, the child pulled the loop while the parent dribbled. Throughout the game, the ball had to stay within the loop’s range.

Celeste had taken Jordyn to play basketball and volleyball before. But at that time, Jordyn didn’t show much interest–maybe because she was still too young and had forgotten about it.

Now, whether it was because the school had taught her or because Trevor had, when the game started, Jordyn dribbled with impressive skill.

As Trevor pulled the loop backward, he matched her dribbling rhythm perfectly.

They easily completed the first round. The return trip was even smoother.

Jordyn had said that Trevor was good at basketball. And she was right.

He spun the ball effortlessly between his hands. With his sleeves casually rolled up, his movements were both elegant and effortlessly skilled as he followed Jordyn’s pace.

Around them, a few spectators gasped in admiration. “So handsome.”

Celeste kept recording steadily.

But as he dribbled, an image suddenly resurfaced in her mind–the memory of him playing basketball on their campus court years ago.

Just a few months ago, when she occasionally recalled the past, his face and figure had remained crystal clear in her memory.

But now, looking at the present–day Trevor–taller, more composed, and even more striking than before–those old memories seemed to blur.

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Unsurprisingly, Trevor and Jordyn came in first place.

Jordyn jumped with joy, her smile never leaving her face.

Trevor grinned and bent down to lift her into his arms.

Celeste captured the moment on video. She thought Jordyn must be the happiest child in the entire school.

But at the same time, she figured–if the person here with them today was Wynn instead of her, Jordyn would probably be even happier.

Some of the other parents started chatting with Trevor. He shook hands with one of them and engaged in conversation.

Meanwhile, Tilda stood beside Celeste.

Seeing that the game was about to end and that Celeste had finished recording, she commented, “Your daughter and her dad have such a great relationship.”

Celeste replied, “Yes.”

Indeed, their bond was strong, and it would probably only grow stronger.

What Tilda didn’t say was that it was quite rare for a child to be closer to their father than their mother–to this extent, at least.

But she also had to admit–Celeste’s husband treated their daughter very well.