Chapter 406

Ethan Sullivan stood under the shower, letting the warm water cascade over his body.

The image of Evelyn Laurent clinging to him replayed in his mind.

Her slender arms had encircled his waist, the faint fragrance of her hair lingering in the air.

He abruptly turned off the faucet. Water droplets slid from his damp hair.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed a towel and roughly dried his hair.

The mirror reflected his slightly flushed earlobes.

This unexpected encounter confirmed one thing—Evelyn was different to him.

Ethan lay on the bed, facing the wall.

His fingertips lightly traced the rough wooden surface.

Just beyond this partition was Evelyn's bed.

The realization made his pulse quicken.

One day, this barrier would be broken.

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains.

Evelyn rubbed her eyes and stretched, refreshed.

Oblivious to last night's incident, she yawned as usual.

When she opened her door, Ethan emerged from the adjacent room at the same moment.

"Morning," Ethan greeted with his usual composure.

"Morning," Evelyn smiled back.

Both silently agreed not to mention what had happened.

The scent of cooking drifted from the beach camp.

Julian Langley waved a ladle. "Evelyn! The fish stew is ready!"

She hurried over and accepted the steaming bowl.

The savory aroma dispelled the morning chill.

Her eyes crinkled with satisfaction as she glanced at the materials piled nearby.

"Let's finish the deck chairs today."

The live stream began on schedule, viewers flooding in instantly.

[Finally!]

[What's today's project? So excited!]

Evelyn efficiently sorted the lumber.

Julian blinked in confusion. "Is there a difference between these planks?"

She answered with an enigmatic smile, deftly selecting suitable pieces.

The rasp of sawing soon echoed across the shore.