Chapter 60
He wasn't a fool.
After Sophia Sullivan's accident, he had considered this possibility.
He had pulled the surveillance footage immediately.
The results, however, showed it was all a coincidence.
The shark was an accident.
The oxygen tank was also an accident.
Sebastian Evans gripped his shoulder. "Listen to me…"
Ethan Roscente shook him off.
His gaze was icy cold.
"Stay away from Sophia Sullivan."
"Or else, don't blame me for being rude."
Sebastian watched him turn and leave.
A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.
He hadn't mentioned Isabella Langley at all.
Did he genuinely not suspect her?
Or was he deliberately covering for her?
Isabella Langley stood there, anxious and uneasy.
She saw Ethan approaching with a dark expression.
She immediately put on a sweet smile.
She reached out and linked her arm with his.
"Baby, I've been waiting for you forever."
"Let's go get breakfast? I'm starving…"
She pouted her cheeks, feigning wronged.
She was being both delicate and playful.
Ethan gave a noncommittal grunt.
For once, he didn't pull his arm away.
He lifted his eyes and scanned the surroundings.
Sophia had already left.
As expected.
Sebastian's talk with him had an ulterior motive.
…
Sophia had been staying on the island for a few days.
She discovered it wasn't just incredibly beautiful.
The atmosphere was also open and free.
Tourists from all over the world gathered here.
Different skin colors.
Different languages.
It didn't hinder communication in the slightest.
One early morning.
She had just stepped out of the restaurant.
She ran into a "Black Beauty" head-on.
Fiery dreadlocks paired with a fluorescent green bikini.
Her beauty was bold and wild.
Sensing Sophia's gaze.
She enthusiastically blew her a kiss.
Sophia was struck by such direct, stunning beauty.
Her cheeks flushed.
She nearly choked on her own saliva.
Olivia Lopez turned to her with concern. "You okay? Do you have a cold?"
"No…" Sophia cleared her throat lightly. "I'm just a bit curious. Why are so many people wearing bikinis today?"
Plenty of people on the island wore bikinis.
But seeing them appear in such crowds.
This was a first.
"You actually don't know?!" Olivia exclaimed.
Sophia was bewildered. "Know what?"
"Oh my god, you came to the Maldives without doing any research? Today is the famous 'Bikini Day'."
"Ladies wear bikinis to the beach."
"Men each hold a rose."
"Surfing, drinking, dancing, all sorts of socializing."
"At sunset, the men give their rose to the woman they find the most attractive."
"The woman who receives the most roses becomes the princess of the evening."
"She gets a mysterious gift from the hotel."
Olivia winked mysteriously.
"I've already got mine ready."
"Guaranteed to make you slay everyone."
Sophia was stunned. "...Huh?"
Five minutes later.
Olivia urged her. "Are you changed yet?"
A small head peeked out from behind the door.
Sophia hesitated. "Isn't it… a bit too much?"
Olivia raised an eyebrow.
She directly pulled her out.
Pushed her in front of the mirror.
"Where is it too much? This is called beautiful, OK?!"
She nodded in satisfaction.
"Look at this tiny waist, these legs, this cleavage…"
"Hey!" Sophia hurriedly interrupted. "Stop talking!"
In just those few sentences.
Her cheeks were already bright red.
Sophia took a deep breath.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
A red bikini.
The boldest separate style with boy shorts.
The exposed skin was dazzlingly white.
The most embarrassing parts were the two pieces of fabric over her chest.
They were too small…
"No, I have to change."
"Don't…" Olivia's phone suddenly rang.
Sophia seized the chance to break free.
"Answer your phone, your blue-eyed puppy is calling!"
Olivia had no choice but to step outside.
…
"Baby, does this one look good?"
"Mhm." The man didn't even look up.
Isabella picked up another set.
"What about this one? Is the color too plain?"
"Not bad."
"This one is a bit sexier…" Isabella held it up against herself in the mirror.
She suddenly realized Ethan had been looking at his phone the whole time.
He hadn't been paying attention to her at all!
She frowned, ready to get angry.
But then she seemed to think of something.
Her expression quickly softened.
"Baby~" She fluttered into the man's arms like a butterfly.
"Help me choose from these three, okay?"
Ethan pointed randomly.
"That one."
"Ah! I like that one the most too, we're so in sync~" She bit her lip.
"I'll try it on for you, okay?"
"Mhm."
Isabella started taking off her dress right there.
As she unhooked her bra.
Ethan finally looked up.
The alluring sight before him might as well have been air.
He even frowned.
"What are you doing?"
Isabella froze on the spot.
Ethan: "Isn't there a dressing room?"
"...I'll go in now." Isabella picked up her dress and fled in panic.
When she came out after changing.
Ethan had already put his phone down.
He was massaging his temples tiredly.
This trip had been arranged in a hurry.
Work at the company had piled up.
Liam had sent an urgent document.
He had just finished dealing with it.
"Changed?" Ethan stood up.
Isabella: "Y-yes."
"Let's go." He walked out first.
He didn't even glance at her.
Isabella's enthusiasm was doused with cold water.
But she quickly adjusted her mood.
If he wouldn't look now.
Other men would look once they were outside.
He would naturally feel possessive.
Thinking of this.
She tugged the fabric on her chest down a little further.
"Baby, wait for me~"
…
The beach was crowded with people.
As far as the eye could see.
Men and women of all skin colors.
Bikinis and swim trunks in every color.
Isabella caught up to Ethan.
She deliberately didn't link arms with him.
They maintained a small distance.
Sure enough.
She received quite a few whistles and pick-up lines along the way.
Ethan, however, seemed not to hear.
He kept walking forward.
Isabella gritted her teeth in anger.
They arrived at the outdoor beach area.
Ethan lay down directly.
Isabella didn't know whether to stand or lie down.
Her limbs were stiff.
Her expression was awkward.
She was here for a vacation and romance.
Not to have her warm affection meet a cold reception.
But that "cold reception" was from Ethan Roscente.
She still felt it was worth it.
"Hey, beautiful, from China?" A handsome foreigner with brown eyes approached and started a conversation.
Isabella gave a sweet smile. "Yes, your Chinese is very good?"
"I'm a Mandarin teacher…"
The two chatted happily.
Isabella kept watching for Ethan's reaction out of the corner of her eye.