Chapter 504

Chapter 504

Shawn ended up pressing me down after that one sentence I said. It was an experience that both of us

enjoyed in the end, but I still felt rather ashamed as I tried out a lot of new positions that I had never

attempted in the past. I was too afraid to recall how I had performed in those poses, so I immediately

hid under the sheets after we got back to the hut. The man, on the other hand, lazed around outside

under the sun.

He came over and lay down beside me when he saw me hiding in the room. I naturally leaned close

against his chest as I toyed around with his fingers. "I'm tired. I'm going to take a nap," I said.

"Sure. I'll stay here with you," he offered. I shut my eyes and rested on Shawn's body. When I woke up,

I found him in the same position as before. I placed my hand on his cheek as I checked on him. "Have I

been sleeping for long? Do you feel numb anywhere?" I asked.

"I'm fine. You slept for less than 30 minutes," he told me. "I'll go back to napping, then," I replied. I was

afraid that Shawn would start feeling pins and needles, so I no longer rested on his body. Instead, I

turned sideways to curl up in the sheets. I could hear the waves coming from outside. "Did you enjoy

yourself earlier?" I asked.

Shawn knew what I was referring to. "That was the peak of my life," he replied. He was getting better

and better at sweet-talking. "Do you think your past 27 years were a waste now?" I asked.

"Nope," he replied flatly. I chuckled. "Why not?"

"I hadn't tried it then, so I had no such desire," he replied. "Are you finally unleashing your true self

now?" I asked.

"You keep getting nastier and nastier," he muttered with a frown. I was the one who felt embarrassed,

yet I was also the one who kept engaging in such conversations. I shut my eyes to sleep after he made

that comment. It was evening by the time I woke up.

The sunset was dipping below the horizon, and the soft rays of light spilled into the hut. I rested my

arms on the windowsill to see Shawn sitting by the walkway and looking out into the distance. Taking in

the scenery before my eyes, I watched as his thin white shirt flittered in the wind. There was a bottle of

red wine and a glass beside him, and there was still some red wine left in the glass.

I sneakily pulled my phone out and took a video of this scene before sending it to the group. Emma

was the first to reply. 'That's gorgeous!'

Amy saw the message as well. 'Shawn is truly flawless. My heart raced for him the first time I saw him.

It's a shame that he wasn't just a regular man. Fortunately, I was smarter and wiser than Tracy—

otherwise, I would've chased after him for years!'

Tracy was furious. 'Can you shut up, Eve?'

'What a beautiful sight,' Emma replied again. Diego, who rarely ever spoke to Emma, replied to her text

with a reminder. 'Control yourself, Emma. Christopher's in the group!'

'I nearly forgot,' Emma replied before deleting the message. Christopher, who had been silent for a

while, replied to their messages. 'I saw it,' he said.

Emma did not make a sound after that. I kept my phone away and walked over to Shawn before

hooking an arm around his neck. "I showed you off earlier," I said.

"What?" He was puzzled.

"I sent a video of you in the group," I explained.

"Huh," he replied in a nonchalant tone. He never faulted me for anything. I gave him a greedy kiss on

his cheek, and he pulled me into his arms before he fed me a sip of red wine. It was sweet and smooth,

and it didn't feel too strong at all. Shawn was about to lower his head to kiss me when my phone

started ringing. I saw that it was a call from Emma, so I picked it up before pressing the phone to my

ear. "What is it? Is Christopher mad at you?"

I could feel Shawn's breath on my face, and I pushed him aside as he was making me ticklish.

"Christopher just called me, and he told me to go home immediately. I'm scared," she whined. Emma

had just praised someone else's husband in the chat group, so it made sense for her own husband to

be mad at her. Furthermore, even though Christopher seemed like a kind and sweet man on the

surface, he was actually a really icy man, and he was especially terrifying when he got mad. His temper

was triggered whenever his pride was threatened.

"You were the one who added him to the group," I teased.

"Ugh, when I get home, he's probably going to… Well, he's not going to do anything bad, but I'm sure

he'll do something memorable," Emma said. What could a man do that would leave the strongest

impression on a woman? I posed this question to Shawn after I ended the call, and I told him about

what was going on between Emma and Christopher.

Shawn was silent for a while before he replied in a flat tone. "What else?" he said.

"What is it?" I asked again. It took me a while to get to the answer. "Sex," I muttered. Shawn was quiet

after that, so I leaned in and kissed him before changing the topic. "What do you want for dinner,

Sunny?"

"It's still early. Let's go walk around," Shawn suggested. He wanted to drag me along for a walk, but I

didn't want to go back to that place earlier. "I'm hungry," I protested. However, Shawn forcefully

dragged me to my feet, so we ended up taking the long, windy walkway down to the beach. Our fingers

were intertwined as we walked.

He brought me to the coconut trees we saw earlier, and I saw that seven or eight coconuts were lying

around on the ground. I walked over and picked one up to hold it in my arms. "Did you pick these for

me, Sunny?"

"You can call me Shawn when there's no one around," he said. "Didn't you want to try drinking one?" I

had simply made a passing comment, and he claimed that he couldn't get the coconuts for me then.

Also, he was telling me to call him by his name all of a sudden. "Didn't you say that it was rude to call

your actual name?"

"I'm fine with it. You can do whatever you want when no one is around," he said. He pulled a knife out

and cracked a coconut open for me. I took a sip before trying to push my luck with him. "I want to call

you by your name even when there are people around." He completely ignored me, and I figured that I

shouldn't push my boundaries. "Did you climb up the tree earlier?" I asked.

…

Christopher glanced at the text messages on his phone screen. Gorgeous… A beautiful sight… My

eyes feel sore just looking at this nonsense. Fine; I admit that Shawn is pretty handsome. But I'm just

as good-looking as him! On top of that, my skin is flawless, and I don't have any scars on me. I

exercise all the time, and I have firm abs. Why doesn't she call me a beautiful sight?! A beautiful

sight… The fact that she called him 'beautiful' really hurts me.

"The show is about to start, Mr. Forger," Christopher's assistant said.

"Okay. I need you to book me a flight," Christopher ordered. The assistant was surprised to hear this.

"Are you planning to cut short your time here?" the assistant asked.

"Yeah. Book me the soonest flight back to Bryxton."

"There's a flight in an hour's time, Mr. Forger."

"How far are we from the airport?"

"We're pretty close to it. It'll take a 20-minute drive."

"I'll perform two songs, then." Right after Christopher was done with his performance, he rushed over to

the airport without even changing out of his tuxedo. Passersby halted their footsteps and fixed their

gazes on his as he walked past them. All of a sudden, he realized how much he appreciated the looks

that he got. The attention felt like validation to him.

Yet, that girl doesn't know how to appreciate what she has! A beautiful sight… Damn it. Her words keep

resurfacing in my mind! Christopher felt agitated all of a sudden. I feel like I should be the only person

she lays her eyes on. Why am I so damn possessive?!