Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 638 - 464: Romance and Acquisition Plans

Taylor's next boxing match was scheduled for September 10, Teacher's Day, in Las Vegas. His opponent was the former IBF Light Heavyweight champion, Clinton Woods, a Briton.

Woods had knocked out the former champion Rick Hoye in five rounds in 2005, winning the IBF Light Heavyweight Golden Belt. In 2006, he defeated 'Bulldozer' Green Johnson and faced the challenge of 'Thunder' Tavaris Cloud in 2009, losing his championship title.

This time, Clinton Woods was making a comeback, ready to compete for the IBF Golden Belt once again.

After being matched by their respective management companies, he would fight Link, with the winner earning a shot at the championship title.

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The opponent was a 36-year-old veteran, a technical boxer, not particularly challenging to handle.

However, considering recent rumors in the boxing world, some claimed he had never faced a gruesome fight, and his mental toughness was questionable. The only way to defeat him was through 'bloodshed', employing relentless and rule-free tactics, ideally brawling with him on the ring, wounding him repeatedly until he broke.

Link did not know how many believed this rumor, but he couldn't disregard it.

After returning from training at Muscle Beach Gym, Link entered his villa and saw Ivanka cooking in the kitchen.

She was tall and fair-skinned, wearing a sleeveless silk dress that came down to her knees, revealing her long, rounded legs, and flat shoes, along with the graceful curves that the dress could not conceal.

Link realized Taylor was right; Ivanka had indeed become more conservative in her attire over the past six months.

Her clothing had become more dignified, no longer clinging to show off her voluptuous figure, and she hardly wore heavy makeup anymore, opting for a more natural, elegant look.

This discovery surprised him.

During his relationship with Taylor, they had argued several times over clothing choices, and Taylor had accused him of being too controlling.

To avoid repeating the past, he had never commented on Ivanka's attire after they started dating.

Also, because Ivanka had such a flair for fashion, praised by top magazines like "Vogue" and "ELLE," he refrained from speaking out on the subject.

Although he hadn't said anything, Ivanka's fashion sense had gradually shifted from sexy to mature and dignified, portraying a tough, commanding presence at work and the charm of a mature lady at home.

Link had not paid much attention to this change before.

Now that he noticed, he was somewhat puzzled, unsure of the reason behind Ivanka's fashion choices and whether it related to him.

"Darling, I'm home."

Link called out as he entered the kitchen.

"Just wait a moment, dinner will be ready soon."

Ivanka looked back at him and said.

"You're pregnant, you should rest more, why don't you let Elena cook whatever you want?"

Link took a knife from her hand, swiftly chopped the fruit into pieces.

Elena was the villa's chef and nutritionist, who had a nutritionist certification and had been hired by Ivanka last year. She was proficient in French and Italian cuisine.

"Elena was cooking; I just came to the kitchen to cut some fruits for a cold dish, but now you've chopped them all, we can only make juice."

Ivanka playfully glared at him, pushed him aside, and took the knife to start cutting other fruits.

"Your fingers are too delicate; you should keep away from water and sharp objects. It's not good if you get hurt."

Link held her waist from behind, his palm gently caressing her flat, soft abdomen.

"Stop teasing me, or I will really cut my fingers."

Ivanka gently said.

Link stopped his actions but still gently held her, inhaling the enchanting scent of her hair as he said, "Your clothes seem to be getting looser."

"Being pregnant, of course, I need to wear looser clothes."

Ivanka said nonchalantly.

"That makes sense. In terms of dress, as long as you think it's beautiful and looks good, you don't need to care too much about others' opinions, and you don't need to care about mine either. I don't understand fashion, and I don't know what looks better, so my opinions aren't a good reference."

Link said softly.

Ivanka turned her forehead to rub it against his chin, "Why are you suddenly talking about this, are the fashion magazines saying that my recent style has changed drastically, from urban beauty to corporate woman, somewhat stern and rigid, lacking variation, and you want to console me?"

"...Yes!"

Link didn't know about such discussions in fashion magazines, but it sounded about right.

"No need. Previously, I followed a sexy fashion style because I was a young woman in need of attention from peers, and I also needed feedback from the outside to standardize my dress and behavior to become seen as a socialite in others' eyes.

Now, there's no need. I'm your fiancée; I only need to care about your opinion, your view. Do you think I look good this way?"

"Of course, every day you are incredibly charming. Every time I see you, I can't look at any other scenery, and every time I hold you, I just want to melt you into my body, so I can keep you forever and not worry about ever losing you. Every time we make love, this thought intensifies.... Am I somewhat perverted, or perhaps too controlling?"

Link reflected.

"Hold me tighter."

Ivanka suddenly said.

"Why?"

Link wrapped his arms tighter around her chest and abdomen from beneath her arms.

Ivanka suddenly pulled out a long dinner knife from the knife holder, pointing it at her chest, saying, "I feel the same way. When I see you, I can't look at anyone else, not even wanting to look at the sky or the ocean, no matter how beautiful they are. When you hold me, I just want to plunge this dinner knife right here, stab it into your chest so that we could be together forever, and no one can take you away from me."