Chapter 107

Nathan Evans lay with his eyes closed, breathing evenly. Exhaustion had rendered him oblivious to the surrounding commotion.

"Wow!" A blond foreigner gasped dramatically. "Absolutely breathtaking!"

Chloe Valentine followed his gaze. Evelyn Langley emerged from the changing room in a modest black swimsuit, a white chiffon scarf draped carelessly over her shoulders. The ocean breeze made the delicate fabric dance.

"My God! She's like the Venus of the East!"

Chloe's voice turned icy. "You think she's pretty?"

The man nodded enthusiastically. "Have you seen Monet's Water Lilies? That same ethereal beauty—"

Clenching her teeth, Chloe demanded, "What about me?"

"You're beautiful too," he answered politely.

"Who's more beautiful?"

"That's... difficult." He hesitated. "But that lady aligns more with my taste."

Chloe's face darkened instantly.

She stood tall with porcelain skin and cascading waves of hair—every inch the seductress. Meanwhile, Evelyn's swimsuit covered her from neck to thigh, its conservative cut bordering on prudish.

Yet that very restraint made her stand out on the beach. The semi-transparent scarf accentuated her understated elegance, embodying the mystique of Eastern beauty.

What infuriated Chloe most was Nathan suddenly opening his eyes.

His gaze locked onto Evelyn, flashing with awe, regret, longing—an intensity that startled even himself.

Chloe dug her nails into her palms.

Who did this gold-digger think she was? Playing the innocent bookworm at libraries while hunting for her next sugar daddy!

"Darling," she purred, leaning into Nathan. "Would you get jealous if another man gave me roses?"

She deliberately blocked his view.

"You're too close. It's hot." Nathan shoved her away impatiently.

"Should I get you a drink?"

The moment Chloe left, his eyes tracked Evelyn again.

......

"You actually wore that boring black suit?" Sophia Laurent huffed. "It's so dull."

Evelyn adjusted her scarf. "I prefer this."

"Don't complain when nobody gives you roses later."

"Please don't let anyone—" Evelyn waved her hands frantically.

But fate had other plans.

As the sun dipped, rose distribution began on the beach. Nearly every passing man offered Evelyn a crimson bloom.

She declined at first, but the crowd grew relentless. Amid cheers and encouragement, she reluctantly accepted the mounting pile of roses in her arms.