Chapter 2: Did I hit the mark?

Eranthe wasn't sure when Colin had left; all she remembered was that she slept until three o’clock in the afternoon.

She didn't expect someone like Colin, a busy man, to have the time to sit down and chat about their experiences from the previous night.

He was handsome and skillful, though, so she didn't lose out; she got a great deal.

However, she didn't anticipate that their second meeting would come so soon.

…

The resort was newly developed, known for its serene environment, which also meant it was far from the city center. She didn't realize it would be so difficult to find a cab.

"Get in," Frank Wilson pulled up in a car just in front of Eranthe. She was somewhat surprised because she didn't think the landlord of this development area would remember someone like her.

"It's hard to get a cab in this suburban area. Where are you going?" Frank casually asked.

"To Wilson Road."

"On the way, get in, we're going back."

Since he said that, Eranthe didn't want to be difficult.

Although she didn't know this resort's young master very well, and she only had a few brief encounters with Frank Wilson a few times and most of the time, she was staying with Dylan, she knew that Frank Wilson was famous for treating women exceptionally well and showing them extra care, despite his tendency to change girlfriends quickly.

However, she regretted it the next moment, wondering why she didn't understand the meaning of his words earlier. He said "We're going back".

The man in the back seat, who was staring at a computer, wore crisply ironed black dress pants, a well-tailored white shirt, and a lean and tall figure. He seemed to carry an inherent air of nobility.

It wasn't Colin, who else could it be?

The luggage had already been placed in the trunk by the driver, so Eranthe had no choice but to get into the car. As soon as she sat down, the scent of the hibiscus that clung to Colin's body from the night before enveloped her.

The inside of the car fell silent for a moment. Eranthe tried to minimize her presence as much as possible, looking out the window and attempting to cleanse her noisy mind with the peaceful surroundings outside.

Frank turned back as if he wanted to talk to Eranthe, but he changed his mind when he saw Colin's expression.

The car was already quiet, and when the sound of a vibrating phone broke the silence, Eranthe instinctively reached for her phone.

However, there was a pair of hands next to her that moved faster.

Those hands had delicately explored every part of her body the previous night, and these hands are currently sliding on the phone's screen; their actions now carried a hint of ambiguity in her eyes.

Colin assumed it was a work message but was surprised to see it was from Frank.

[ Last night, she called room service and also requested a box of contraceptives. I didn't expect Dylan Miller to be so intense! ]

Colin Rodriguez furrowed his brow slightly.

[ Are you a pervert? Are you monitoring guests' privacy? ]

[ When the waiter went to deliver it, I just happened to pass by. But why do I remember that man's voice? It sounded a bit like yours, not like Dylan's. ]

Colin's lenses glinted slightly in the light from the phone.

He immediately closed the chat window.

[ ? ]

[ Did I hit the mark? ]

Frank was itching to turn his head and directly inquire about the details from Colin. However, amidst the bombardment of messages, he found out that Colin had blocked him.

?

Frank changed tactics and directly shared this message in the online group of his friends.

[ Congratulations to our Colin Rodriguez for experiencing a rare moment of infatuation and falling under the spell of a woman. ]

This message indeed attracted a cascade of questions, and it seemed the group exploded like a bunch of submerged torpedoes that had been triggered.

with many asking who this celestial being was and whether Frank was talking nonsense while drunk.

Who's this Colin guy? Frank has never seen him satisfied with anyone since he was a kid.

Frank glanced at Eranthe through the rearview mirror.

Speaking of which, when Dylan Miller first brought her here, she was quite stunning, to say the least. It's not about her being exceptionally beautiful, but the aura she carries. Even when wearing the most formal clothes, it still exudes an alluring charm.

Women like her naturally trigger a man's conquest instinct. Besides, her gaze isn't deliberately seductive; it's like a cat, both aloof and unapproachable.

Frank thought that Dylan wouldn't be able to control a woman like this, but he never expected her to end up with Colin.

The messages on his phone continued to pop up, and Eranthe in the back seat started feeling uneasy because it seemed like Colin was watching her.

Colin did indeed have his eyes on Eranthe. Time passed second by second, and Eranthe felt a sensation akin to being stared at by a black panther in the jungle, waiting for the opportune moment to snatch its prey.

When Eranthe mustered the courage to turn and ask what he was looking at, she found that he had closed his eyes, leaning back in the seat to rest.

For some reason, she inexplicably sighed with relief, perhaps having overthought the situation.

Once they get off the car, they would each go their separate ways, and no more entanglements would be the best outcome. Besides, a man like Colin would definitely not lack for casual companionship.

Midway, Frank got off the car. Eranthe blatantly ignored his teasing glances, planning to have the driver stop at the next intersection. She could take the subway back home, and it would be the perfect solution—no more suffocating moments with Colin.

"Address?" His tone was cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuations.

"No need. I'll get off here, and..." Eranthe hesitated as Colin looked over, his eyebrows slightly raised. The words she was about to say suddenly got stuck in her throat.

"Sharon No. 3."

The partition slowly rose, and Eranthe stared at Colin in surprise. He tugged at his collar with a hint of impatience.

"Are you afraid of me?"