Chapter 213

Suddenly, the sounds of a couple's heavy breathing echoed from the small grove, followed by the rustling of clothes being hastily donned. They whispered:

“You tore my stockings, Mr. Hughes. There's not much time left, and I don't have a spare pair.”

“I’ll compensate you with a hundred pairs.”

“Then I’ll buy a hundred different styles and let you tear them every day. By the way, feel my legs, Mr. Hughes. They’re just as smooth without stockings.”

“You little seductress.”

More heavy breathing followed.

At first, Skylar didn't realize what she was hearing. But after listening to their conversation and seductive tones, she finally understood. Her face flushed, though she wasn’t easily embarrassed.

People nowadays were so bold! Having sex in broad daylight? The woods were living up to their reputation.

Joe’s dark eyes remained impassive. The words didn’t seem to affect him. What a gentleman.

Skylar blinked, feeling less shy. She whispered, “Do you think if I shout, ‘Hey Bob, let’s go mushroom picking!’ they’d get scared?”

“It’s just us now. But someone who enjoys a good show might come along later. The couple won’t even have time to put their pants on.”

Oh, no. Joe could imagine it: a passionate frenzy followed by a frantic search for pants, then a dilemma—cover their faces or their private parts?

His dark eyes subtly changed. Her description was vivid, and images uncontrollably flashed through his mind. He glanced at her slender leg.

“It’s a workday, so there won’t be many people around,” Joe said in a low, hoarse voice.

“Let’s go then.” Skylar couldn’t stand listening to the couple any longer.

Since Joe owned the place, what he said must be true. No wonder the couple was so daring; they probably assumed no one would be around.

As they walked away, Joe noticed Skylar’s face was as red as a tomato. He pressed his tongue against his molars. A man's desire for a woman was often physiological, and that's what he was experiencing.

After walking some distance, Skylar stopped. Her expression changed. The man in the grove… his voice was familiar. She thought she’d heard it before.

And Mr. Hughes…

Suddenly, Skylar thought of Natalie’s husband, Jeremy. She frowned. It couldn’t be, could it? She had seen how much Jeremy doted on Natalie. He was unlike Christopher.

Jeremy and Natalie had been childhood sweethearts. They knew each other inside and out.

Moreover, Natalie had mentioned Jeremy had a lot of work and was very busy. Today was a workday—how could he be here with another woman? At the bar, his love and care for Natalie had seemed genuine—unlike anything Christopher had ever shown. But…

Natalie had said on the phone that Jeremy was going on a business trip tomorrow and wouldn’t be home tonight.

“Are you tired?” Joe asked.