Mark didn’t say a word. He followed suit and headed towards the beach as well. Arianned heaved a sigh of relief and slowly followed from behind. She would lift her gaze and glance at Mark from time to time. She could only see his back, but it was clear that he had a really good figure — well-proportioned, firm muscles, and fair skin. Those long, muscular legs were really… attractive.
Mark slowed down, probably because he sensed her staring at him. He turned around and looked at her, “Walk faster.”
She fearfully turned away, “Got it…”
The sun was just as hot as ever today, so hot that it was enough to fry a man into a crisp. Tiffany pulled out a tube of sunscreen and tossed it to Jackson when they arrived underneath a beach umbrella. Then, she lay down on a deck chair, “Put that on for me. Spread it out evenly. I’ll look ugly if I get sunburned.”
Jackson, of course, was willing to bear the burden. He applied it meticulously on her. Tiffany noticed that Arianne was still standing in the same spot and urged, “Ask Mark to put some sunscreen on you too. We can go for a swim when we’re done. You’ll never get your complexion back if you get too tanned. Besides, your skin will peel. It’s scary!”
Arianne tensed. This wasn’t the first time she felt like punching Tiffany. The woman’s mouth didn’t have a proper filter. It’s not like she wasn’t aware of the tensions between her and Mark. Was she doing this on purpose?
In the midst of her agitated state, Mark emotionlessly took the sunscreen lotion and said, “Lie down.”
He wasn’t kicking up a fuss about it, and she couldn’t seem to find an excuse to kick up a fuss. It seemed fine to let him help her put on sunscreen. She thanked him and lay down on a deck chair, “Just help me out with my back. I can handle the rest on my own.”
“Mm,” Mark replied. His eyes gravitated across her fair skin. If he remembered correctly, there were barely any moles on her body, let alone a birthmark. The only flaw was the scar from the time she took a knife for him… It really would be a pity if such beautiful complexion were to be spoiled by sunburn.
His application process was even more meticulous than Jackson’s. His fingers caressed her skin very gently. In that moment, his mind was distracted, and his breathing gradually became heavier. Luckily, he soon finished. He put down the sunscreen lotion and walked into the pool, then headed straight for the deep end. He had always been a good swimmer and was an expert in swimming from a young age.
Arianne was puzzled. She couldn’t understand why he had left all of a sudden. He should have at least said something after finishing. The man was just as cold and distant as ever.
Tiffany, who was next to her, had finished applying sunscreen and went into the water as well. Arianne glanced at Jackson. “Aren’t you putting on sunscreen?” she asked with curiosity in her voice.
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