At this time, I was still standing on the edge of the pool, and Murray didn't let go. He dragged me to the bench before he let me go.

I tried to shake my head and make myself more conscious.

Murray was standing next to me, and I heard Sean come in.

He came up to me and said, "bring me a bath towel."

"No, I'm fine." I got up quickly and said to Murray, "Mr. Moore, thank you just now."

Murray was going to the room. He looked at me when he heard me.

He looked at me for two seconds and said, "it's OK."

At this time, Eric took a bath towel out of Murray's room and said to Murray, "Mr. Moore, I'll have the waiter bring you a new bath towel right away."

"Take it."

Murray waved and went straight into the room.

Sean took the towel and put it on me.

He touched my forehead and my face. He seemed to be aware of my abnormality. He stooped and picked me up.

"Why are you here? Who told you?"

At this time, my brain had been a little awake. Sean was here. The finalists were in Sean's room that day.

It was no coincidence.

He didn't speak and took me out.

I had already guessed. I sneered, "Molly, right?"

"Not her."

Sean replied lightly.

"Not her? It must be her. I suspected that she didn't lose her memory before. Now it seems that it's true. She's really cruel to herself."

I was in Sean's arms.

The effect had not been relieved.

I could vaguely smell the faint fragrance of him. It was like an aphrodisiac.

I just wanted to have sex.

Sean didn't speak. He took me back to my room and put me on the bed to cover me.

He touched my arm and frowned. "I'll find out about it."

I thought what he said was a joke.

It was about Molly. He wouldn't find out.

Maybe it was the medicine that drove me crazy. I got up slightly and hooked him around the neck. My lips were close to his ears and I blew softly and said, "I feel bad. Help me."

"..."

He didn't move.

I chuckled, "what's the matter? Are you afraid Molly will blame you?"

Sean looked at me and pushed me away. He wanted to help me to bed, "you're sick. I'll ask the doctor here if there is any way."

At this point, my temperature rose again.

I felt sick all over. I really wanted to have sex.

Sean was the best antidote.

He turned me down. To stimulate him, I pushed him away and said, "forget it. I'll find someone else."

I got up and wanted to go out.

He pulled me back and pressed me on the bed.

He looked down at me. There was fire in his black eyes. He touched my chin with one hand. "I said you've adapted to my size and other men can't satisfy you."

He leaned over and began to invade me crazily.

His hormones had a subtle chemical reaction to the effects of my body.

I began to cater intensely to him.

Although the effect of the medicine had gone, we were still crazy.

We had sex for a long time that day.

I only knew that in the end I didn't have the strength to get out of bed.

Sean called the waiter for lunch.

We were still in bed before the waiter came. I knew that we had to bear the consequences of such wanton venting.

But I still didn't want to let go.

After about ten minutes, I heard a sound outside the door. Then I heard the waiter say, "Miss Carter, why are you here?"

Miss Carter.

There were only two Miss Carter in the resort.

I was in my room.

It was self-evident who was outside.

Sean heard the waiter, too. He got up at once and dressed quickly. He began to walk out.

I hugged him from behind and said, "Sean."

I said nothing but his name.

I believed he understood what I didn't say.

Sean looked back at me. His eyes twinkled a little. Finally he gave me a pat on the hand and whispered, "I'll be back in a minute."

"Don't go."

I held him in my arms.

I was very headstrong.

Molly could play tricks. Why couldn't I?

Who said I had to be sensible? If Molly framed me this time, who framed Linda?

In fact, there were too many questions, but I didn't want to care.

I was a crazy gambler in my relationship with Sean.

But this time I lost again.

He pushed my hands away and as he walked, he said, "I'll be back in a minute."

How many times had I lost?

I was not sure.

I watched him go out. I picked up his underwear and knocked him out the moment he opened the door!

Then I threw out his underwear and closed the door.

I shouted through the door, "get out of here! I'm comfortable now. You can go!"

Later, Sean didn't really come.

I felt like a joke.

I was funny and pathetic.

At night, I was so hungry that I went to the store to buy food.

I went in and saw Murray.

I was embarrassed to think about what happened during the day. I went over and said, "Mr. Moore, thank you today."

This time Murray looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "People call me sir. Why do you call me Mr. Moore? I didn't teach you."

I was stunned by his words.

I thought he was great, so I called him that. I didn't expect him to be serious.

It was said that Murray had a strange temper. I quickly said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Moore. I didn't think too much."

"Just call me Mr. Moore."

Murray checked out and heads out.

I followed him.

After leaving the store, he asked me, "what do you think of your work?"

"Mine?" I remembered he scolded Selena so I said seriously, "I made it to the final because I was lucky."

"Do you think so?" Murray looked at me.

I nodded.

He laughed, "you're wrong. You're not lucky. You slept with the president of the Giant group."

He was making fun of me.

But I blushed with shame.