Chapter 42: What Do You Want from Me

Alan listened to her reply with satisfaction and gave her an infatuated

look. Years ago, he had a close relationship with a girl, but he never

looked at her carefully. Now, looking at the bright, clean and arched

back of the woman in front of him, he felt his mouth parched and

tongue scorched. Except girl, she was the first woman who give him

such a strong feeling.

Alan walked out of the room. At the end of the corridor, he unbuttoned

his shirt, and he breathed out slowly facing the window.

Olive saw him leave. She quickly grabbed her clothes and rushed to the

bathroom to change her clothes with the door locked. She swept her

mobile phone from the bedside in a panic. She wasn't afraid that he

flirted with her, but she was afraid that if they have sex, she will get

involved in the perplexed relationship with him.

She quickly changed her clothes and went out. She saw him standing

against the light, like a tree, waiting for her all the way.

Alan, what do you want from me?

But she dared not ask him after all. She followed behind him and got

on the car.

The car sped through strange street scenes. He stopped the car at the

seaside, and then they took a speedboat to the coral island.

The sea breeze blew his white shirt, which looked like the billowing

sails. He seemed to be an excellent pilot, and he was in control of all

her emotions.

He had brought her to a small island of about one square kilometer.

One side was lush woods, the other side was a quiet beach with white

sand as fine as powder and the two sides were lined with strange rocks.

There were few people here except for a few adventurous tourists to

explore.

She hesitated when she disembarked.

“What's the matter? Are you afraid I'll eat you?” He was still half

smiling.

“I'm not Olive if I'm afraid of you.” She really wanted to tear the fake

smile off his face, but she had to take things as they come.

Alan raised the corners of his mouth and asked her, “have you ever

gone scuba diving before?”

“No.” She had no spare money or leisure for such rich men’s

amusements.

Alan threw her one outfit and said, “change it up.”

Olive lingered, while he undressed in front of her.

She have seen many bosses, and they were in Western dress and

leather shoes. But they had a beer belly. They looked like that they were

fully fed and never used their brains, if they had the mean faces. But

Alan, who she didn't mean to flatter, had a perfect figure as if it was

carved without proud flesh on his waist.

Olive turned around in panic. She wasn't afraid to look at him, but was

afraid to be fascinated by him, “Alan, please pay attention to your

personal image.”

But he didn't shy away from her. His mouth was close to her ear, “if you

don’t change your clothes, I don't mind changing you myself."

This damn man liked bullying her.

But she couldn't strike back.

She found a place to hide, put on her gear, and followed him into the

water, which was a little cold but not uncomfortable. She was diving for

the first time, and she was a little scared to put her head in the water.

“Are you scared?” He said mockingly.

“I have to support a family,” grumbled Olive, “it's not worth losing my

life here.”

“Don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you.” He seemed to

promise. He took her hand and they sank into the water together.

The water here was crystal clear, the underwater full of rugged coral

reefs, and colorful fish swimming, like a beautiful garden in the sea

Olive gradually forgot her fear and released her grip on his hand,

thinking only that the sea was truly magical. She soon enjoyed it, and

made odd faces at Alan occasionally.

Alan suddenly removed his mask. Due to they were under water, his

face began to twist in her eyes. Olive startled, grabbed his mask and

tried to put it on him, pulling him up the water.

She was afraid of his death, and afraid that he have an accident. In

tearing hurry, she didn’t put on his mask, and he removed her mask.

The feeling of suffocation was overwhelming for her.

He hugged her, kissed her, and dripped oxygen from his mouth to her.

She could hardly push him away.

On shore, Olive gasped and glared at him. Alan, the villain, he was

clearly trying to make fun of her.

He lay on the beach laughing like a winner.

Olive threw two handfuls of sand at him angrily, “Alan, don't drag me

along if you try to kill yourself, you madman.”

Having laughed enough, he gradually became lonely and looked up at

the sky, “when she was angry, she would also call me by fist name and

last name.”

Olive was shocked. Who was he talking about? Was it her, or Ophelia?

Alan, what were you implying? Or have you found something in me?

Why was I more nervous than excited?

“Go crazy by yourself alone.” She got up from the ground, quickly

changed her clothes out of his sight, and walked back to where the

speedboat had stopped. However, there was no sign of it.