Chapter Thirty: Closer to Danger
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Third Person's POV
Lyndsay and Tristan had just finished a sumptuous lunch with Loisa and the married couple, Vanessa and Marcus.
The tension between them was impossible to ignore.
Loisa was trying her best to fix Vanessa and Marcus's marriage while also mending the relationship between the brothers.
"Come on, Lyndsay, let's swim," Tristan said.
"Okay, let me just get the sunscreen lotion. I think I left it in our car," Lyndsay replied.
She suddenly remembered that she had changed clothes in a hurry earlier and had forgotten to apply sunscreen. Otherwise, her skin would get burned under the sun.
The car wasn't far away. She remembered placing the sunscreen inside her shoulder bag, which she had left in the vehicle.
Most of their belongings had already been taken to their hotel rooms.
The resort was quite large, featuring both a beach and a swimming pool.
They had chosen to eat in a cottage by the beach because they loved the atmosphere there.
If they later decided to swim in the pool, that would be fine too.
"No, I'll get it. Stay here and wait for me," Tristan said.
He truly was a gentleman.
Lyndsay was left alone in the cottage with Vanessa and Marcus.
Meanwhile, Loisa had already started splashing around in the water, waving enthusiastically from a distance.
"Lyndsay..." Vanessa called.
"Yes?"
"By the way, where did you and Tristan meet? I hope you don't mind me asking."
The curiosity in Vanessa's voice was obvious.
Lyndsay knew Vanessa had become interested in how Tristan had found her.
After all, Tristan had suddenly returned after so many years—with an instant wife at his side.
"I met him at a bar," Lyndsay answered.
At that moment, she wasn't sure whether she should trust the woman in front of her.
She also noticed Marcus's expression darkening.
Back then, she couldn't even leave the house without his permission.
Marcus had been very strict and possessive.
He hated it whenever she went out at night or drank with friends.
In short, Marcus had been a strict boyfriend.
"You drink?!" Marcus asked sarcastically.
Why was he acting like a possessive boyfriend again?
There he goes again, Lyndsay screamed inwardly.
"Get a grip, Marcus. I don't want your wife noticing how bitter you still are about our past. Please, I don't want any trouble," she argued silently, knowing he couldn't hear her.
"Yes, sometimes. If I'm with friends... occasionally," she answered, avoiding his gaze.
She noticed him clenching his jaw.
"You're unbelievable, Marcus. The way you're acting could expose our past! Please stop. I don't want trouble. I'm not even ready to tell Tristan about all the things you did to me. If I could, I'd bury those memories forever and erase them from my mind. I wish I could forget that we once had a relationship."
She pushed her hair behind her ear.
"So, you're saying you met Tristan at a bar? Wow, how exciting and..." Vanessa trailed off, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
Lyndsay had the feeling Vanessa was acting like a psychologist, trying to trick her into revealing the truth.
How immature, Lyndsay thought.
"And that's where everything started. After that night, I never stopped pursuing Lyndsay. I found ways to get closer to her and courted her until she finally accepted me."
Tristan's voice suddenly came from behind them.
His timing couldn't have been more perfect.
He had heard exactly how Vanessa was trying to corner Lyndsay.
Tristan couldn't figure out what Vanessa was trying to prove or what she hoped to gain by teasing Lyndsay, but one thing was certain—her intentions toward his wife were not good.
More importantly, Tristan had begun to dislike the way Marcus kept looking at Lyndsay.
Given that they were at the beach, Lyndsay was only wearing a two-piece bikini.
He couldn't exactly ask his wife to wear jogging pants at the beach.
But he hated how Marcus's gaze lingered on her, especially how it stopped at her chest.
Lyndsay's figure was naturally attractive, and her bikini emphasized her curves.
Tristan was convinced that Marcus's eyes were focused there.
He had been restraining himself for quite some time, his fists itching to strike, but he chose patience.
It was his mother's birthday.
He didn't want to ruin the day.
"Hey, you're back, Tristan," Lyndsay said cheerfully.
She was truly getting closer to danger with Vanessa and Marcus around.
"Yeah. Come here, let me put sunscreen on you so we can finally go swimming."
Tristan immediately sat behind Lyndsay and began applying sunscreen to her fair back.
With every touch, Lyndsay grew more uncomfortable.
She didn't dare look directly at Marcus, but she could feel the anger radiating from him.
Even if Tristan was still somewhat of a stranger to her, she knew Marcus very well.
Jealousy.
That was exactly what she saw on his face.
Lyndsay couldn't decide how she felt.
Should she be happy that Marcus finally seemed to be experiencing the pain he had once caused her?
Or should she be annoyed because instead of simply being happy for her, he was acting selfish?
What more did he want from her?
She wanted no more trouble.
"God... I'm really getting closer to danger," she whispered to herself.
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