Chapter 09: Unsatisfied Desires

Hannah, holding a swimming aid - a floating board - lay face down on it, imagining herself as a mermaid, swaying in the pool while playfully slapping away the water balls that came her way.

"Hannah, I didn't expect you to be so well-endowed!" a gossiping woman swam over, ambiguously eyeing her 34C breasts, as if asking how much she'd spent on surgery.

Hannah forced a fake smile, "Thank you for the compliment. However, I can assure you that no plastic surgery has ever created such a natural chest like mine. Mine is full-fat high calcium milk!"

Seeing the gossiping woman's shocked expression as she swam away, Hannah couldn't help but chuckle. Who didn't know that her breasts were an enhancement?

Want to drag her down? They clearly didn't know how Hannah Snow earned her living!

Swimming, swimming...

When Charles arrived, all he saw was Hannah enjoying herself, floating and swaying in the pool. He looked up at the scorching sun. Wasn't it said that women were most afraid of getting tanned? Was she even considered a woman?

His peach blossom eyes glanced at her faintly visible, amazing figure in the water. Yes, she indeed had a woman's figure, but he had always wondered why he kept provoking her, claiming she wasn't a woman. Right!

It was probably because Hannah Snow wasn't like other women, easily falling for him in his suit pants, right?

Mischievously weighing the water ball in his hand, he raised an eyebrow and made sure no one was paying attention. With an easy throw, the water ball landed precisely on Hannah Snow's head.

"Ah!" Hannah was hit badly, wondering who the jerk was.

Charles squinted his peach blossom eyes, observing Hannah Snow in her cute hot pants. She was wiping her wet hair with a towel, and their eyes met, sparking a flame of desire. It was evident that she was eager to push him onto a charcoal grill and roast him right there.

He smirked, thinking, "Little junior, if you want me, just say it! No need to use your gaze!" He could feel his body temperature rising.

Sh*t! What's happening? Why am I getting hotter and hotter?

"Charles," a charming voice brought his drifting attention back.

He looked at Miss Lillian, who had just sat down beside him. Unintentionally, he whistled like a wolf. Dressed in a form-fitting dress after changing out of her conservative swimsuit, she displayed her alluring figure.

Miss Lillian was pleased to receive his admiring gaze, knowing that her goal had been achieved. She generously smiled at him.

Charles, dealing with the increasing heat, stood up to show his gallant manners and handed her a frozen fruit juice, leaning close with a seductive tone, "Have some juice."

Miss Lillian raised an eyebrow, "You weren't this attentive just now."

Although he was a true playboy, she believed that with her charm, she could be his last woman. His eager hands caressed her well-proportioned figure, and she didn't resist. "That's because I didn't notice how tempting your devilish figure is!"