Stella asked, "So, are you safe now?"

"Yeah, he's gone."

"Did you at least try to get some kind of promise out of him?"

"I didn't dare."

When she saw Hull with that murderous, fierce look, I was terrifying enough to stay silent. Even if Hull had offered to make a promise, Susanna wouldn't have dared to accept it.

So, regarding the loss of her first kiss, Susanna could only grumble about it in private.

"My first kiss... gone just like that, for no reason."

"So what do you want now?"

"When you see him, slap him for me."

Stella's mouth twitched, "Why don't you slap him yourself?"

"I'm too scared."

Stella quipped, "I'm scared too."

Truthfully, hitting Hull? She wouldn't dare. Not unless she didn't want her hand anymore.

Susanna continued to complain on the phone for a while before finally letting Stella off the hook. After hanging up the phone, Ronald and the others had already boarded the yacht.

Stella sidled up to him. "Hey, has Hull changed his taste or something?"

"This thing with Susanna isn't serious."

Stella frowned. "But that was Susie's first kiss."

Ronald shrugged. "There are plenty of people willing to give their first kiss to Hull."

Stella fell silent. What was that supposed to mean? Was he implying Susanna should feel honored? Hardly!

But still, with Hull's cold demeanor, why on earth were so many women interested in him?

As they passed a doorway, soft, intimate sounds drifted out from inside.

Stella froze mid-step, her body stiffening.

Ronald, still holding her hand, noticed the tension in her fingers and looked down at her.

"Want to sneak a peek?" he teased.

Already feeling awkward, Stella's face turned beet red at his remark. She shook her head vigorously. "No, definitely not."

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clueless.

Ronald chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, "Not as good as us, anyway."

Stella glared at him, flustered, "You..."

Just then, Finley, who had been trailing them, chimed in. "What are you whispering about? Is it about that couple? I want to hear too." Stella's eyes widened in horror. He was everywhere!

Ronald shot Finley a cold glare.

Finley wisely shut his mouth, realizing it was best to steer clear of anything involving Stella.

Ignoring him, Ronald led Stella away.

As Stella glanced back, she noticed Finley trying to peer through the door where the noises had come from.

Stella was at a loss for words. Seriously, Finley...

Idris doubled back and dragged Finley away.

Entering another room, Stella was hit with a wave of heat and the sound of waves crashing.

Looking up, she saw a man in a black robe playing golf.

Sea golf Ronald was a pro.

At the far end of the deck stood a row of bikini-clad women. The moment the man swung and sent the golf ball flying, one of the women dove into the sea, swimming after it.

The ball had been hit ridiculously far. Were these beauties really expected to catch it?

Stella was left speechless. She glanced at Ronald, her discomfort evident.

Even though she'd grown up surrounded by the Lugar family'sz wealth Ronald rarely exposed her to the more extravagant and bizarre ways the rich entertained

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Seeing it now, she couldn't help but marvel at their antics.

Ronald looked down, meeting her gaze. "What's up?"

Stella muttered, "Those ladies sure are fit."

Swimming out to fetch a golf ball... it was clear that money really could make the impossible happen.

Ronald laughed, leaning closer to whisper, "When we get back to Ferrowland, if you run two hours every day, you'll have that stamina too."

Stella's hand landed on his firm waist, expressing her dissatisfaction.

Ronald caught her small hand. "There's plenty of strength in this little grip."

Stella was at a loss for words.noveldrama

Why did that sound so... suggestive?