NovelEnglishMurray wasn't born yesterday. When the with Roseanne went down, he figured it could happen. So, he demanded to see the footage without delay. At last, they chalked it up to coincidence. The shark, the oxygen tank, and all were just a coincidence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCorley frowned. "Listen to me..." Murray brushed off his hand, his voice icy, "I'm warning you to keep your distance from Roseanne, or you won't like what comes next!" Watching him walk away, Corley raised an eyebrow. Murray didn't mention Millie. Was it an oversight, or was he deliberately keeping her out of it? Millie stood there, uneasy. Seeing Murray approach with a stern face, she quickly flashed a smile and looped her arm through his, "Babe, I've been waiting for you. Let's go and grab sbreakfast. I'm starving..." By the end, her voice trailed off, her cheeks puffing out in pout and playfulness.
Murray merely grunted, not bothering to pull his arm away. He looked around and realized Roseanne had left. He shoved his hands in his pockets, irritated. Corley, that schemer, always had an agenda. Roseanne had been on the island for a few days, finding stunning scenery and an incredibly open vibe. Tourists from all over the globe gathered there. They had different skin colors and spoke different languages, but none hindered interactions.
Just this morning, coming out of the diner, she bumped into a stunning black beauty. Fiery dreadlocks paired with a neon green bikini, she was bold and wild. Feeling Roseanne's gaze, she playfully blew a kiss her way. Roseanne felt hit by her own hotness, her face went red and she almost choked on her own spit.
Leda looked over, asking, "Are you okay? Caught a cold?" Roseanne smiled awkwardly. "No, just... curious. Why are so many people in bikinis today?" Surrounded by sea, the island saw its share of men and women in bikinis and shorts, but today seemed exceptional, with groups of them everywhere you looked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You seriously don't know?" Leda exclaimed.
Roseanne was clueless. "Know what?" "Seriously, you cto Maldor Beach without doing research, huh? Today's the island's famous Bikini Day." "On this day, ladies wearing bikinis to hit the beach, while the men carry a rose. You can surf, drink, dance, and socialize to your heart's content. As the sun sets, everyone returns to the beach and the men gift their roses to the sexiest lady they find. The lady who collects the most roses becomes the princess of the night, receiving a mysterious gift from the hotel." "So..." she winked at Roseanne mysteriously. "I've got everything prepared to ensure you steal the show!" Roseanne was baffled, "What?" Five minutes later, Leda urged, "Are you done changing?" A head peeked from behind the door, hesitating, "I feel like... this is a bit too much." Leda raised an eyebrow, pulled Roseanne out of the room, and pushed her to a mirror. "Oh myalLook at yourself. How is this too much? You look stunning, okay?" en.swhovelsLeda admired her work, nodding in satisfaction. "Tsk, I've got such good taste. Look at this waist, these legs, this cleavage..."
"Hey!" Roseanne quickly cut her off. "That's enough!" The content is on novelenglish.net!
Just those words had her cheeks burning up. Taking a deep e breath, Roseanne turned to the mirror. The red bikini was the boldest
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