When she came out of her door, her neighbor, Harry Hall, also happened to be coming out at the same time.
Harry was wearing a black tank top with mid-length shorts, the same color scheme as Helen Melendy’s, giving the appearance of matching couple’s outfits at first glance.
Both were momentarily stunned by each other’s attire and then instinctively avoided eye contact.
Helen deliberately avoided Harry’s gaze, but as she passed by Adam Jones, he glared at her fiercely, leaving Helen somewhat bewildered.
After Elly Campbell and Helen left the villa, Adam looked at Harry with dissatisfaction and contempt, snorting,
"I gave you the chance, yet you can’t even handle one woman, and you let her flirt with someone else’s wife. How useless can you get!"
"You can’t control your own wife, and you blame me?"
Less than a hundred meters from the villa was the beach, where stepping onto the soft sand covered one’s insteps, making for an incredibly comfortable sensation.
By the water’s edge, there was a row of parasols and lounge chairs, and Elly and her companion chose two of them to lie down on.
The island’s entertainment was mainly leisurely, and naturally, the tourists who came here sought the tranquility it offered.
Soon after Elly and her companion lay down, someone approached, "Hello, ladies, how are you~"
Turning towards the man who had suddenly appeared beside them, they saw him remove the black sunglasses that had covered half of his face, revealing a handsome visage.
It was an Eastern face with a slender chin, narrow eyes, a high nose bridge, and somewhat thin lips.
Despite the soft features, this man didn’t come off as effeminate but rather exuded a brooding aura.
"Hello, can I help you?"
Elly was the first to speak, feeling that the man looked somewhat familiar, but couldn’t quite remember where she had seen him before.
The man was surprised that Elly showed no sign of being starstruck upon seeing his face, her reaction was indifferent, which was not what he had expected.
Then eyes turned to the even more delicate woman beside her, who, despite her face being half-covered by dark sunglasses, clearly had the features of an exceptionally beautiful woman.
That woman was even colder, not sparing him a glance.
The man chuckled inwardly, looked down at Elly, and said, "Let me introduce myself, I’m Benjamin Thompson. My friends over there are playing beach volleyball, but we’re short on people. Would you two be interested in joining us?"
Elly felt as though she’s heard this name before, so she glanced at him subtly once again.
Then, she turned to Helen and asked, "Helen, do you want to go?"
Since she had nothing better to do at the moment, Elly didn’t mind joining in for some fun and to get some exercise for her overly sensitive body lately.
Helen took off her sunglasses, revealing her exquisite and icy face, and got up from the lounge chair, "Sure, let’s play."
When Benjamin saw Helen’s face, he couldn’t help but pause, a flash of admiration crossing his eyes.
But that flash of admiration was quickly concealed, and a courteous yet dashing smile spread across his lips, "This way, please."
When Elly approached the group of friends Benjamin had mentioned, she finally remembered who he was.