Chapter 651
Steam swirled in the hot spring pool. Felix Valdemar's frown deepened after hearing Blake Roland's words.
He slapped the water's surface hard, sending droplets flying.
"Who cares if she looks at me?" Felix muttered under his breath, yet his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the opposite side.
Like Isabella Langley?
The thought had barely formed when he shook his head violently, as if trying to dislodge something filthy.
The men's and women's sections were separated only by a sheer gauze partition.
The delicate fabric swayed gently in the rising steam, offering glimpses of silhouettes on the other side.
Ethan Roscente leaned against the pool's edge, his piercing gaze penetrating the translucent barrier to lock onto one particular figure.
Even through the misty haze, Vivian Laurent stood out to him like the brightest star in the night sky.
"Boss Ethan, you can actually tell who's who?" Felix squinted through the steam.
Ethan's lips curved slightly. "Naturally."
Felix scoffed, yet somehow picked out Isabella's unmistakable outline among the four blurred shapes.
That woman carried herself with such audacity - even a curtain couldn't contain her flamboyant energy.
"That damn Felix is definitely peeking!" Isabella suddenly rose from the water in the women's section.
Droplets cascaded down her curves.
Before Vivian could react, Isabella stormed toward the partition.
With a sharp rustle, she yanked the gauze aside.
"Felix Valdemar! What vile scheme are you plotting now?" Hands on hips, water still dripping from her hair.
Felix nearly leapt from the pool. "Have you lost your mind? This is the men's section!"
He sank lower into the water, ears burning crimson.
"Guilty conscience?" Isabella's laugh was icy. "Dare to peek but not admit it?"
"Who's peeking at you!" Felix's neck stiffened defensively. "If anything, you're the one trying to get an eyeful of me!"
He deliberately puffed out his chest, sending water splashing.
Isabella took a disgusted step back. "Please. Male models at clubs have better physiques than you."
"Really? And how many have you seen?" Felix shot back. "Too bad there's only us here. Take it or leave it."
Isabella's fists clenched audibly.
This man was begging for a beating!
After one final glare, she whirled around to leave.
Just before the curtain fell back into place, Felix's taunting voice followed her: "Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Miss Langley!"