A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Was this a swimsuit or mummy wrappings?

She stared at the swimsuit. In fact, it looked as if it belonged to a scuba diver. The only thing it was missing were the webbed sandals.

As a fashion designer who had seen multiple fashion statements, it was the first time for her to see such a conservative design!

"It fits you." A smile slid onto his face. Given that he had seen her before, Zac knew all her sizes like the back of his hand.

She wrinkled her nose. "I don't want to wear it. Not only is it ugly as hell, but it's insulting for you to think that I'll wear it!"

'He seems to be a man of good taste, so what the hell was running in his mind when he picked out this swimsuit?'

Zac shrugged. "It doesn't matter. We can always sit on the balcony and watch the sunset today." It seemed that not only would he refuse to go with her, but he also wouldn't allow her to go with Mandy!

Essie glared at the sky. For the sake of her money and Mandy, it seemed that she had to make the ultimate sacrifice.

The beach in the West was beautiful and quiet. The silver sand powdered across the ground as the cold wind brushed the waters. Being far away from the hustle and bustle of the city crowd, the air was fresh and peaceful.

Essie gritted her teeth as she mustered up all the courage she had to walk out of the fitting room.

Mandy burst into laughter. "What the hell are you wearing?"

weakly before

bet either way. How could his

curves, and it had attracted the men's attention as soon as she walked out of

their lustful gazes

went to the beach were

hidden under the shade, his incomparable elegance

couldn't swim, so she had to wait by the roadside stall to get a floater for herself. Once she got one, she

said happily. Since Essie didn't want to be the third wheel, she hurriedly grabbed her floater into the sea to give them

was warm from the sun's scorching heat. She raised her long legs and clicked along the waves.

why was

she stared at him with loving eyes. "How about let's take a walk on the beach?" she

by yourself." Behind his sunglasses, his

center, tearing across the waters. It splashed across the shoreline

sunshine. She was too busy relaxing to

a person who didn't know how to swim,

his sunglasses, he

back, knocking her over. Before she could reach out for her floater,

kicking her feet in the waters. She tried her best to float upwards, but she could already feel the currents dragging her deeper. She wanted to