CHAPTER 247: CHAPTER 247: DIRTY DEEDS

Shannon Quinn proactively linked arms, so Landon Sutton didn’t hold back, putting an arm around Shannon Quinn’s waist, his gaze steady, only focused on Shannon Quinn.

The woman looked at the affectionate couple but didn’t back down, casting her gaze onto Shannon Quinn, deliberately lingering on her chest.

Among women, the most taboo thing is provocations about body image. She instinctively puffed up her chest.

"Little sis, you’re not underage, are you? Haven’t developed fully?"

Shannon Quinn glanced at the woman’s presumably C-cup chest, feeling a bit annoyed. Before she could retort, Landon Sutton spoke up: "I have a heavy taste, I like those who haven’t developed well, since with good care they can still grow. At least you don’t have to resort to surgery to put things inside later."

The woman’s smile froze, being called out in person by the man she was interested in that her chest was fake was a fatal blow.

"Sir, you’re quite humorous. Little sis, do you want to come chat with us over there?"

Shannon Quinn hadn’t opened her mouth when Landon Sutton outright refused: "No, thanks. I prefer a world for two."

After speaking, he took Shannon Quinn and headed straight to the private hot spring pool down the right passage.

Although Shannon Quinn was satisfied with Landon Sutton’s earlier performance, she still picked a quarrel, asking him: "So you think I’m small too?"

"Hmm, you do look pretty small."

Shannon Quinn indignantly puffed out her chest: "I meant this!"

Landon Sutton caught her meaning, glanced down, and said with a deep smile: "That depends on who you’re comparing to. Compared to me, it’s pretty big."

Shannon Quinn stomped her foot in anger, standing still: "Then why don’t you go soak with her!"

Landon Sutton held her hand, continued walking forward, and coaxed: "I just like yours, at least it’s real."

Shannon Quinn wasn’t sure if this was considered a compliment, but she thought she’d have to thoroughly research breast enhancement when she got back. Otherwise, she’d never win another argument in situations like this.

The hot spring pool wasn’t as large as the one outside but was just for the two of them.

For the rather conservative Shannon Quinn, such a private pool made her feel more at ease.

She soaked into the water, sat on the steps, and comfortably leaned against the pool wall.

The fatigue and soreness from the morning’s hiking seemed to be relieved instantly.

"Shannon." Sitting next to her, Landon Sutton called her.

Shannon Quinn kept her comfortable posture, eyes closed, responding with a casual "Hmm," thinking he wanted to chat.

No idea he said: "My shoulders are really sore, could you give them a squeeze?"

Shannon Quinn immediately opened her eyes, turning to look at him, seeming to say: Have you got some nerve?

Thinking about how he’s been quite tired recently, and he carried all their stuff during the morning hike, she reluctantly said: "Turn around."

He smiled and obediently turned his body, back facing her.

She found him quite fond of smiling, at least she’s seen him smile lately often, and he seemed quite approachable when he smiled.

Her hands fell on his shoulders, pressing lightly yet firmly.

Earlier she dared not look directly at him, but now with him facing away, she boldly measured him.

Whether it was his back or arms, the muscle lines were very well-defined, without a hint of excess flesh. Already good-looking, with a physique like this, it was a pity he wasn’t a model.

The steam around the pool slightly blurred her vision, yet she could still see his back scars of various thickness and lengths, though they’ve all healed, imagining the pain and gore at the time was easy.

"... How come you have so many scars?"

"Do you want to hear about it?"

"Tell me."

"Do you see the one on my left shoulder?"

"Yeah."

"It was left during training in childhood. Fell off a rack when I was seven or eight, wasn’t good at handling pain, I still remember crying all the way to the hospital. My grandpa said no bone injuries so to go back to training soon, my brother felt sorry for me, pleaded for an extra two days of rest."

"The one on my right waist is from the time you saved me. The rest are from training or missions, too many to remember the details."

Shannon Quinn listened, unsure what to say, just looked at those deep and shallow scars, feeling glad everything was over, glad he returned alive.

"By the way, why did you do this kind of work instead of Mr. Rhodes?"

"Both my brother and I were supposed to be sent to training. My brother has heart problems, couldn’t bear the load, so he’s always felt guilty towards me."

"Is it serious?" She was hearing about Simon’s health issues for the first time, and hearing it was heart-related made her a bit fearful.

"Not considered serious. Stable emotions and moderate exercise are fine. Living a normal life isn’t a problem." Landon Sutton said, turned his head to look at her, discontentedly asked, "Asking about my brother’s issues while talking about mine? More interested in him?"

"It just suddenly came up." Shannon Quinn said with a smile. "You’re quite a jealous type, aren’t you? Any kind of jealousy you get."

"Intentionally making me jealous?"

"Speaking of which, before the divorce many thought I was with your brother."

"Nonsense, clearly you suit me better."

"Why did June Yardley hurt me then? Because she thought I had something with Mr. Rhodes, she struck at me."

"That’s because you were stupid, giving her the chance. Good thing you met me that day, or who knows where you’d be crying."

Talking about this made Shannon Quinn angry: "You have the nerve to say, admit it, did you know I was your wife? Or seeing a woman in bed, whoever it was you wouldn’t spare?"

Landon Sutton reached over, grabbing her massaging hand, turned around facing her, with a mischievous smile said, "If it’s you, I wouldn’t spare no matter what."

Shannon Quinn froze for a moment, tried pulling her hand back but he yanked her close to him.

Seeing this intimate atmosphere, the boy and girl alone, she feared he might actually make a move, quickly withdrew saying: "No way, what if someone comes!"

"Afraid of what?"

"In a place like this... No way, let me go."

Landon Sutton laughed, turned her body to face away, his hands rested on her shoulders, pressing moderately, purposely leaned near her ear, teasing ambiguously: "What dirty things are on your mind?"

Shannon Quinn realized her thoughts went astray, her ears reddened with shame and anger, faced away not daring to turn back again.

Landon Sutton paused and said, "Following your logic, when we return to the hotel, can we have deeper exchanges?"

"Exchange with a ghost! Tonight I’ll ask for a mat, you sleep on the floor!"

"How? Don’t want to enjoy my service?"

Shannon Quinn refused to fall into his trap again, straightened her back and said, "Humph, with more strength, didn’t feed you? With your skills, what service are you talking about?"