Chapter 720:

Wesley’s intense gaze lingered on her, unashamedly possessive. The wind swept her long hair aside, revealing the delicate skin of her chest. The subtle rise and fall of her breath ignited a fire within him, a heavy thrum pooling in his groin. His Adam’s apple jumped in his throat, and even his loose pants couldn’t conceal his growing arousal.

Wesley couldn’t even blink. “No, I’m not going.”

The sheer number of people crowded at the surf spot repulsed him. He only surfed on his private islands, where he didn’t have to deal with the commotion of so many bodies.

Elena offered a faint smile and remained silent.

Just then, a voice called out to Elena. “Hey, gorgeous, could you snap a photo for me?”

Elena opened her eyes to find a girl standing before her. The girl wore a skimpy red bikini, her curly hair cascading down, and possessed a knockout figure. She held a camera in her hand.

Elena removed her sunglasses. “Sure thing.”

The girl’s face brightened as she handed the camera to Elena. “Hang on a sec. Let me adjust my outfit.”

In the next instant, the girl reached behind her neck and untied the flimsy straps holding her bikini top in place. The top slipped down, exposing her magnificent breasts, their curves boldly displayed under the scorching sun.

Elena’s brown eyes widened almost imperceptibly. The girl’s ample chest stood proudly erect in the sunlight, the nipples a delicate shade of pink.

Elena’s gaze remained steady, but the girl’s brazen, fiery eyes were locked on Wesley.

Wesley noticed but completely ignored the audacious woman. His gaze darkened, his brow furrowed in a scowl as he glared at Elena.

“Elena,” he said, his tone laced with displeasure, “how can you be so lustful?”

Lustful? Who? Her? Elena tilted her head, genuine confusion clouding her eyes.

Wesley leaned in and adjusted her sunglasses, his tone a bit sharp. “She’s got nothing you don’t have. So why are you staring?”

Wesley frowned. Elena had indeed been watching that woman with a certain intensity.

Elena was taken aback, completely speechless. She’d only glanced over a couple of times—how did that make her lustful? Besides, how was she supposed to take photos for someone while wearing sunglasses? It was ridiculous.

Before Elena could even remove the sunglasses, Wesley’s voice cut through the air, sharp with impatience as he told the girl to bugger off. The girl, clearly surprised by Wesley’s icy tone, looked between him and Elena. Sensing the awkward dynamic, she wisely decided not to push it.

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