Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

An indoor target practice range on the outskirts of the city.

Felix and Mathew had been there long ago when Joyce and Luther just arrived.

Felix wore a set of casual white hoodie today and he looked sunny handsome, and full of energy. Felix always just looked like a playboy, with his beautiful almond eyes and high nose, just the way most girls would fancy.

Mathew wore a set of dark blue casual clothes, lying backwards on the swivel chair with a game console in his hand. A typical gentleman he was, his hair combed meticulously above his square face and chiseled features. Today he wore a pair of glasses, slightly old-fashioned.

Felix, Mathew, and Luther seemed to have very different personalities, and nobody could figure out why the three of them could just get along.

Joyce followed Luther onto the indoor practice range.

This place was both strange and familiar at the same time to her.

The green walls, the ballistics with almost no ends, the black displays everywhere, and the soundproof equipment all around – this place was equipped with top-notch everything.

Once again, coming to a target practice range stirred up memories of her past.

She spent six wonderful years at the shooting range.

“It’s Sunday, and they are still open?” Joyce asked in surprise as she looked around and saw several staff members walking around in black overalls.

“This is the land of the Saunders family. The Saunders family is a real estate tycoon, and the range also belongs to the Saunders family.” Luther dusted off the back of his hand and said in a leisurely manner, “Whenever Felix calls them to work, they are at his beck and call.”

“Oh.” Joyce nodded her head. The wealthy men these day were really capricious.

Mathew looked up from his game console and greeted with a smile, “Hello! Mrs. Warner.”

Felix then led a staff member around and greeted, “Mrs. Warner! The rules here for this target shooting test is somewhat strict. The requirements are a bit high. Although you throw darts very well, pistols are very different after all.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Felix gestured to the staff to explain in detail.

The staff then seriously introduced, “Hello, Mrs. Warner. To get a gun permit, you need to pass a shooting test. And the test we are having today is 50 meters pistol. There are 10 rings in total, full target size, 55 mm in diameter.”

The staff gestured with his hands, and a full target was only as big as a mini mooncake.

Many people had the misconception that a full target for 50 m pistol should be very large, similar to an archery target, but in fact a full target was very small, not much bigger than an egg.

“The full target has a total of 10 rings. For this test, you should shoot 10 shots. You cannot get off the target, and if you get anyone shot off the target, you will not pass. Each shot cannot be less than 5 rings, and you must have two shots with 8 rings or more to pass the exam. You will have two chances. If you fail after the first ten shots, you can take the test again.” The staff finished the introduction.

Joyce nodded gently.

Felix came over and whispered, ” Mrs. Warner, it’s a little hard. The full target is too small. But don’t worry about it. You can just shoot, and there is always something we can do if you just cannot pass the exam.” He squeezed his peachy eyes at Luther and sneaked in Joyce’s ear, “Actually, Luther, Mathew and I all failed the test, and I was the one who helped them get their permits. Hah! Hah! Hah!”