CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

"Hold on, I can't..." Giovanni stared down at me, not even perspiring yet, while I was panting, struggling to take a deep breath. " Time out. Right now, I’m way past my limit.”

"You have such low stamina," He shakes his head, and assisted me in getting up from the spot where I had fallen into the treadmill.

Giovanni gave me a bottle of water, which I gulp down and fill up.

"You didn't even last fifteen minutes."

My shoulders were still heaving when I stared up at him after drinking the entire contents of the water bottle.

"Although this might come as a major shock to you Giovanni, we can't all be as fit as you.."

He gives me one of his often seen smiles and holds up his water bottle as though he were toasting. He then moved to where I was on the machine and got to work like a leopard cat on ecstasy after a minute. "Body-wise, there is no problem with your fitness," he gasped. "But the inability to match my pace will pose a disadvantage later on."

"For what?" Giovanni turned to look