However, what Olivia Bolton could be certain of was that he was definitely alive, because there was no way such a sexy and beautiful scene could exist in hell.

　　"Clatter..."

　　The glass door of the bathroom was pushed open, and the first thing to step out was that pair of long legs that had given Olivia Bolton quite an eyeful.

　　The owner of those long legs stepped out while drying her hair with a towel, then, as if bewitched, she froze in place.

　　"Ah..." A piercing scream echoed through the morning.

　　Olivia Bolton was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and screamed as well.

　　"Ah..." An even more miserable scream rang out in the room.

　　After Ethan Lincoln screamed for a while, she realized that the man who had seen her entire body was screaming even louder than she was, his pupils dilated, mouth slightly open, and she couldn't help but stop shouting.

　　When Ethan Lincoln stopped, Olivia Bolton stopped too.

　　"Why are you screaming?" Ethan Lincoln demanded furiously, pointing at Olivia Bolton.

　　"Why are you screaming?"

　　"You—you—you were hiding here peeping, and you still have the nerve to ask me why I'm screaming."

　　"I was just lying here sleeping, and then you took off all your clothes and came into my room to shower. And you have the nerve to ask me why I'm screaming?"

　　"You..."

　　"You..."

　　"Who are you? Why are you in my house?" Ethan Lincoln stared wide-eyed at Olivia Bolton, looking him up and down, left and right, and finally recognized him. "Little beggar? How did you end up in my house? Well, breaking and entering—let's see how I deal with you..."

　　"It was Ms. Sullivan who brought me here," Olivia Bolton hurriedly explained.

　　"Impossible! My aunt has never brought a man home for the night."

　　"I'm not a man, I'm a boy," Olivia Bolton said shyly.

　　"I don't care if you're a man or a boy, get up right now." Ethan Lincoln stormed over to the bed, yanked off Olivia Bolton's blanket, and shouted angrily, "Explain yourself! Why did you come into my room to sleep?"

　　"Help! Molestation!" Olivia Bolton shouted at the top of his lungs, clutching the blanket to protect himself from being seen by Ethan Lincoln.

　　Yvonne Sullivan was exercising in the yard. Hearing the shouting upstairs, she pushed open the door and was greeted by this steamy scene.

　　Ethan Lincoln's hair was dripping wet, half of her fragrant shoulder exposed to the air, her lower body wrapped only in a large bath towel. Because she was tugging hard at Olivia Bolton's blanket, the towel slipped down, revealing a snow-white, deep cleavage that was enough to set anyone's imagination running wild.

　　"Help! Molestation!" Olivia Bolton shouted at the top of his lungs.

　　"I'm molesting you? I'm molesting you? You little beggar, today I'm going to molest you for real! Let go!"

　　Yvonne Sullivan stared wide-eyed at the scene and shouted anxiously, "Ethan Lincoln, Ethan Lincoln, stop it right now!"

　　Ethan Lincoln turned around and saw her aunt Yvonne Sullivan standing at the door, and called out, "This little beggar is bullying me, Aunt, help me!"

　　"Ethan Lincoln..." Yvonne Sullivan panicked, hurried over to pull Ethan Lincoln away, and pointed at her, saying, "You're all exposed."

　　Ethan Lincoln looked down and let out another sharp scream, "Little beggar, I'm going to fight you to the death!"

　　Of course, she couldn't actually fight Olivia Bolton, because Yvonne Sullivan was holding her arm.

　　"Ethan Lincoln, what on earth happened?" Yvonne Sullivan stood between Ethan Lincoln and Olivia Bolton, preventing another clash.

　　"He was peeping at me in the shower," Ethan Lincoln said viciously, pointing at Olivia Bolton. Thinking about how she had just been practically naked, striking seductive poses in front of him, Ethan Lincoln felt like crying her eyes out, or just gouging out Olivia Bolton's annoying eyes.

　　"I wasn't," Olivia Bolton clutched the blanket tightly, looking as if he might be violated at any moment. "I woke up and found myself lying in this room, then she suddenly came out of the bathroom and tried to pull off my blanket. I would rather die than let her succeed."

　　"What did you say?" Ethan Lincoln exploded again and rushed at Olivia Bolton.

　　"Ethan Lincoln." Yvonne Sullivan intercepted Ethan Lincoln once more and asked, "Why did you come here to shower?"

　　"There was no hot water in my room. How was I supposed to know someone was in here? I always shower in this room!" Ethan Lincoln said, looking aggrieved.

　　"You didn't notice there was someone lying in the bed when you came in?" Yvonne Sullivan asked.

　　"I drank too much last night. When I got up, my head was still spinning. How could I have thought there'd be someone lying here?" Ethan Lincoln glared fiercely at Olivia Bolton. "Did you do it on purpose? You heard me come in and didn't say a word, just so you could see me..."

　　"See you what? What's there to see? Your figure is way worse than Miss Sullivan's."

　　"Olivia Bolton." Hearing Olivia Bolton's words, Yvonne Sullivan's pretty face flushed, and she scolded him.

　　"I'm just telling the truth," Olivia Bolton said, still unwilling to give in. "Her figure really isn't as good as yours."

　　"Auntie..."