Murray was at the point of exhaustion, where shutting his eyes meant he drifted off into sleep, oblivious to the world around him.
"Wow!" Suddenly, the guy with handsome looks gasped, "She's breathtaking!"
Millie followed his gaze and saw Roseanne stepping out from a beach cabana, clad in a sleek black bikini set. A white chiffon scarf was loosely draped around her neck, fluttering and dancing in the sea breeze.
"My God! She's like a modern-day Marilyn Monroe! So damn hot!"
Millie shot the guy a cold look. "You think she's beautiful?"
The guy nodded enthusiastically. "Do you know about Marilyn Monroe? Imagine her in her iconic white dress walking down Hollywood Boulevard, the breeze lifting her dress, the scarf creating a spectacle..."
Millie clenched her teeth in frustration. "And what about me? Do you think I'm beautiful?"
"Gorgeous," the man praised without hesitation.
Millie pressed on, "And how do I compare to her?"
"Oh, it’s such a tough question. But honestly, I'd say she's more striking if I had to choose."
Millie's expression darkened. She was tall and graceful, with smooth skin and wavy blonde hair cascading down her back, exuding a certain allure.
On the other hand, Roseanne wore a modest bikini, its hem covering her thighs, and the color was a subdued black. But her skin was so perfect that the black made her glow.
Vaguely revealing her figure, the chiffon scarf was tender and seductive, carrying a hint of classical elegance. Uniqueness always stood out. Amid a sea of brightly colored bikinis, Roseanne's understated elegance made her unique.
But what made Millie angrier was Murray's reaction. Previously dozing off, he suddenly seemed to sense something, sat up, and his gaze locked onto Roseanne. A mix of surprise, admiration, and regret flashed through his eyes.
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