Rosalie was caught off guard, and her hair was wet behind her ears, giving her a kind of disheveled beauty.

"Ah!" Rosalie was a little dazed after being splashed, and it took a few seconds for her to realize that all the shells in her palms had been washed away.

Even the one she had originally wanted to pick up was now gone.

Rosalie felt both hilarious and helpless.

‘I finally came to the beach. First, I was hit by the waves, then lost the shells I just collected.’

"Are you okay?"

From her voice, Byron noticed that she had gotten so close to the water, got up and walked towards her.

Rosalie wiped the seawater off her face, shook her head at him, and said regretfully, "It's nothing, only the shells are all washed away."

Her clothes were all wet, sticking to her body. The drenched fabric following her movements, her attractive figure was outlined.

President Lawrence, who remained abstinent for six years, felt his stomach tighten at the sight of the woman’s appearance.

However,