Chapter 60 Now It Was His Turn to Hear This
Vincent thought about it seriously, his brows furrowing slightly, but after thinking for a while, he couldn't come up with anything he enjoyed doing.
He did often attend business dinners, play golf, and had gone skiing a few times, but when it came down to it, these were all just for business.
Not once did he feel excited about these activities. Everything he did was only to gain a few more partners and squeeze a bit more profit out of projects.
The most satisfying thing, it seemed, was just the composure he felt when seeing through an opponent's hand.
"Things I like... I guess it's just work. To be blunt, I like making money." That was all he could say.
Daisy couldn't help but laugh. "That counts as a hobby? No wonder you're rich. People like you are born to be wealthy."
Vincent watched her laugh and suddenly felt a bit dazed.
They'd been married for so long, and this seemed like the first time he'd seen her laugh like this—relaxed, carefree, with a touch of boldness.
It made him realize she had this side to her too.
After Daisy said this, they fell silent again for a while, but this time, it wasn't awkward like before. Instead, it carried a strange sense of ease.
As their conversation deepened, the physical distance between them also shrank, until they were almost touching.
Daisy didn't know how it happened. It just seemed natural, nothing forced.
She leaned against the pool wall, and turned her head to look at the sky. The sun was setting in the west, dyeing the clouds orange-red—absolutely beautiful.
Vincent was also looking up.
"You like it?"
"Yeah, I do." As they spoke, Daisy's eyes filled with nostalgia. "Back when I was home, my family had a small farm. I'd often lie on the grass, and watch the clear blue sky gradually turn red with the sunset. The wind would blow, bringing the damp smell of grass and trees."
"You have no idea how relaxing and pleasant that was."
Vincent watched her smiling face and couldn't help but say, "You can come here often from now on."
Daisy turned to look at him, but he had already shifted his gaze from her to the sky.
The sun had completely set, and the last trace of light on the horizon was swallowed by the night.
The lanterns around the hot spring automatically lit up, their warm yellow glow rippling on the water's surface, adding a hint of intimate warmth to this small world.
Daisy suddenly felt hungry.
"We've been soaking for so long, let's go eat something."
She stood up, preparing to get out, but didn't expect that the bathrobe, soaked with water, had become wet and heavy. As soon as she stood up, water streamed down in strings, clinging wetly to her body. When the night wind blew, it was freezing cold.
She wrung it out a couple of times, but it was still uncomfortable. Fortunately, she'd come prepared—she was wearing underwear underneath, and this was a private hot spring, so no outsiders would come in.
As for Vincent? What hadn't he seen?
Daisy simply took off the bathrobe and casually draped it over a rock by the pool.
The warm yellow light shone on her body, and the tiny water droplets glowed like golden beads. She stepped on the stairs in the water, walking up.
The steps had an anti-slip design, but somehow a pebble had either come loose or something, because as soon as Daisy stepped on it, the stone slid forward. She got a fright and screamed as she fell backward.
"Ah...."
Before her cry had even faded, a hand had already wrapped around her waist.
The strong force pulled her whole body back, and her back solidly crashed into a warm chest. Hearts pounded—she couldn't tell if it was hers or his.
Vincent had caught her.
His hand was still around her waist, his other hand braced against the pool wall, trapping her between himself and the wall.
In the misty steam, his breath fell on the back of her ear, hot and burning. She immediately shivered twice.
"Th... thank you..."
She swallowed with difficulty and turned around, suddenly meeting Vincent's eyes.
Under the dim yellow light, his gaze seemed especially deep, like a pool of ink, making people sink in at first glance.
Somehow, Daisy's heart started racing. She was a bit afraid of that look.
She lowered her head and stepped back, and instinctively, her gaze fell below.
He was only wearing swim trunks, his upper body completely bare. Water droplets slid down his chest, flowing over his firm abs, finally disappearing at the edge of his trunks.
Further down...
Daisy's face suddenly turned red.
She quickly looked away, completely flustered.
Vincent watched her flushed face, the corner of his mouth curving slightly.
"Be careful," he said, his voice lower than usual, carrying a hint of amusement.
Daisy broke free from his hand and walked up with her head down, this time extra carefully.
"I... I'm going to change." She practically fled into the changing room.
Closing the door, she leaned against it, breathing heavily.
She pressed one hand to her chest, as if that could suppress her rapidly beating heart. Her face was burning hot—she didn't need to look to know it must be completely red.
Just now, in that moment, she had actually... actually been looking at his...
Daisy shook her head hard. What was she thinking? They were about to divorce—why think about these things?
This man wasn't hers. He didn't belong to her now, and he never would in the future.
She took a deep breath and quickly dried herself off, starting to change clothes.
The restaurant was in the main building of the resort, decorated elegantly, with warm yellow lighting that made people feel comfortable.
Daisy and Vincent had both changed clothes and just walked into the restaurant. Before they could find seats, they heard someone call out from behind: "Daisy!"
Vincent's brow tightened. He turned around to see Sam standing in front of a large dining table, waving frantically at her. Three or four people sat around him, both men and women—all the same people from the bar that day.
"Daisy! Over here, over here! What a coincidence running into you here!" He quickly ran over and grabbed her arm: "Come on, it's the same friends from last time, let's have a good get-together."
"Ahem!" Vincent coughed forcefully beside them.
Only then did Sam notice that there was someone else with his sister-in-law. Taking a closer look—"Bro? What are you doing here?"
Vincent almost laughed in anger: "What, I can't come?"
He stared hard at Daisy's hand being held by Sam, his gaze cold enough to be frightening, but Sam didn't notice at all.
Pulling Daisy toward his table, he said, not looking back, "Bro, you can sit with us too, but I'm afraid you'll be bored—you won't understand what we're talking about."
A vein throbbed on Vincent's forehead.
He suddenly remembered that long ago, when he would meet up with friends and Daisy wanted to come along, he had said something similar.
"What would you go for? You won't understand what we're talking about. Even if you went, you'd just sit there, doing nothing."
Now the tables had turned, and he was the one hearing those words.