Chapter 42: What Do You Want from Me

Alan listened to her reply with satisfaction and gave her an infatuated look. Years ago, he had a close relationship with a girl, but he never looked at her carefully. Now, looking at the bright, clean and arched back of the woman in front of him, he felt his mouth parched and tongue scorched. Except girl, she was the first woman who give him such a strong feeling. Alan walked out of the room. At the end of the corridor, he unbuttoned his shirt, and he breathed out slowly facing the window. Olive saw him leave. She quickly grabbed her clothes and rushed to the bathroom to change her clothes with the door locked. She swept her mobile phone from the bedside in a panic. She wasn’t afraid that he flirted with her, but she was afraid that if they have sex, she will get involved in the perplexed relationship with him. She quickly changed her clothes and went out. She saw him standing against the light, like a tree, waiting for her all the way. Alan, what do you want from me? But she dared not ask him after all. She followed behind him and got on the car. The car sped through strange street scenes. He stopped the car at the seaside, and then they took a speedboat to the coral island. The sea breeze blew his white shirt, which looked like the billowing sails. He seemed to be an excellent pilot, and he was in control of all her emotions. He had brought her to a small island of about one square kilometer. One side was lush woods, the other side was a quiet beach with white sand as fine as powder and the two sides were lined with strange rocks. There were few people here except for a few adventurous tourists to explore. She hesitated when she disembarked. “ What’s the matter？Are you afraid I’ll eat you?” He was still half smiling. “I’m not Olive if I’m afraid of you.” She really wanted to tear the fake smile off his face, but she had to take things as they come. Alan raised the corners of his mouth and asked her, “have you ever gone scuba diving before?” “No.” She had no spare money or leisure for such rich men’s amusements. Alan threw her one outfit and said, “change it up.” Olive lingered, while he undressed in front of her. She have seen many bosses, and they were in Western dress and leather shoes. But they had a beer belly. They looked like that they were fully fed and never used their brains, if they had the mean faces. But Alan, who she didn’t mean to flatter, had a perfect figure as if it was carved without proud flesh on his waist. Olive turned around in panic. She wasn’t afraid to look at him, but was afraid to be fascinated by him, “Alan, please pay attention to your personal image.” But he didn’t shy away from her. His mouth was close to her ear, “if you don’t change your clothes, I don’t mind changing you myself.” This damn man liked bullying her. But she couldn’t strike back. She found a place to hide, put on her gear, and followed him into the water, which was a little cold but not uncomfortable. She was diving for the first time, and she was a little scared to put her head in the water. “Are you scared?” He said mockingly. “I have to support a family,” grumbled Olive, “it’s not worth losing my life here.” “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” He seemed to promise. He took her hand and they sank into the water together. The water here was crystal clear, the underwater full of rugged coral reefs, and colorful fish swimming, like a beautiful garden in the sea. Olive gradually forgot her fear and released her grip on his hand, thinking only that the sea was truly magical. She soon enjoyed it, and made odd faces at Alan occasionally. Alan suddenly removed his mask. Due to they were under water, his face began to twist in her eyes. Olive startled, grabbed his mask and tried to put it on him, pulling him up the water. She was afraid of his death, and afraid that he have an accident. In tearing hurry, she didn’t put on his mask, and he removed her mask. The feeling of suffocation was overwhelming for her. He hugged her, kissed her, and dripped oxygen from his mouth to her. She could hardly push him away. On shore, Olive gasped and glared at him. Alan, the villain, he was clearly trying to make fun of her. He lay on the beach laughing like a winner. Olive threw two handfuls of sand at him angrily, “Alan, don’t drag me along if you try to kill yourself, you madman.” Having laughed enough, he gradually became lonely and looked up at the sky, “when she was angry, she would also call me by fist name and last name.” Olive was shocked. Who was he talking about? Was it her, or Ophelia? Alan, what were you implying? Or have you found something in me? Why was I more nervous than excited? “Go crazy by yourself alone.” She got up from the ground, quickly changed her clothes out of his sight, and walked back to where the speedboat had stopped. However, there was no sign of it.