So, when she walked out of the fitting room and saw Matthew Saxon standing there wearing only swimming trunks, she was stunned.
She knew she shouldn’t make a fuss.
Soaking in a hot spring, it’s naturally more comfortable to wear less.
But it was the first ti she saw Matthew Saxon wearing so little.
Usually, he looked tall and lean in clothes, and she hadn’t thought his physique was particularly robust. Now before her, he was a perfect figure that could rival the Sun God Apollo.
The muscles on Matthew Saxon’s body are proportioned so perfectly, not too little where there should be more, not too much where there should be less. Each muscle is especially striking, evenly and appropriately distributed across his body.
n like won with a Devil’s Realm figure, and won also enjoy n with good builds.
Matthew Saxon’s build isn’t the type of overly muscular gym trainer. His muscles aren’t particularly prominent, but they’re well-trained and solid, full of power at a glance—ready to unleash a surprisingly incredible energy.
Scarlett Yates dares to bet that Matthew Saxon’s physique is certainly the best among all the n she has ever seen.
No, she forgot to add, he should be the best built, most handso, and wealthiest of all the n she’s ever seen.
Without realizing it, she’s snagged an exceptional specin among the tall, rich, and handso, and as a woman who is quite ordinary in all aspects, Scarlett Yates feels her vanity extrely satisfied.
She recalls her grandmother once said to her: "Scarlett, foolish people have their own kind of luck. You’re a simple and kind girl, and although you’ve suffered a lot now, all of those troubles will turn into your blessings in the future. Our Scarlett will have abundant fortune ahead."
If all the troubles she’s been through exchanged for such fortune, Scarlett Yates hopes this good luck can last a lifeti.
Under the lights, Matthew Saxon’s skin appeared to glow with a bright fairness.
Scarlett Yates looked at him with a flushed face.
She knew she should turn her eyes away, but her gaze seed glued to him and wouldn’t budge.
She was so entranced while staring at him that the blush gradually spread on her fair face, like she was adorned with thick rouge.
She was so lost gazing at Matthew Saxon, not noticing that he was also staring back at her.
Scarlett’s outfit was sowhat conservative, but compared to her usual attire, it had a little more appeal.
Her biggest two strengths were her beautiful eyes and milky, fair skin.
She was much fairer than most won, so the blush on her cheeks appeared even more prominent.
Matthew Saxon saw her looking at him with a reddened face, stood still for a mont, then glanced downward along her gaze, inevitably exposing a slight, smug smile.
After all these years of persistent training, he achieved a physique that made the woman he liked gaze upon him entranced, giving him an indescribable sense of achievent.
Just earlier, he thought that if they t, she would probably blush profusely and dare not look at him at all. Who knew, she was blushing, yes, but her eyes were wide open, staring at him without blinking for so long.
Seeing her like this, Matthew Saxon suddenly felt a hint of teasing her rise within him.
He walked over to her, grabbed her hand and led her toward the n’s pool, smiling as he said, "Scarlett, my pool here is bigger; you should join in soaking in this pool."
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