Chapter 3
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Sandra, perhaps guessing his intentions, blushed and snapped angrily, "Anthony Dumas, must you take advantage of the situation? I know what you're thinking. You're way out of line. It's just a darned grilled fish. I won't eat it. Consider it a diet."
After speaking, she turned and walked to a big tree. She leaned against it and sat by the bushes. Plucking at the leaves, she seemingly muttered curses under her breath. Yet, Sandra underestimated her own willpower.
Anthony continued to heat the fish on the fire. As the heat intensified, the fish's tail became crispy. Worse yet, he took the grilled fish and walked behind Sandra, blowing gently. The delicious aroma wafted towards her. The aroma of the fish was overwhelming, and Sandra couldn't stop salivating, enduring the torment.
Seeing her resolve, Anthony moved even closer with the grilled fish, saying, "Oh, this grilled fish tastes so good. Sandra, look how beautiful it is. The skin is golden, crunchy, and crispy. It’s so tasty. The meat inside is fragrant and juicy. Even the bones are crispy, like chips."
After saying this, Anthony casually pulled off the nearly meatless fish tail, popping it into his mouth and slowly chewing it.
The crunching sound reached Sandra's ears. A full-on assault of color, aroma, and flavor from the grilled fish captured her.
Finally, temptation overtook her. Leaning against the tree, her eyes glazed over, and she started dreaming about the fish. "I want to eat the fish... I want to eat the fish..." she murmured so loudly that Anthony Dumas could hear her clearly.
Suddenly, Sandra spun around, stood up, and reached out to snatch the grilled fish from Anthony's hands. Luckily, Anthony was prepared. He lifted his hand, and Sandra could only grab the air.
Facing the end of her grilled fish fantasy, Sandra pouted, and her little fangs peeked out. With tears shimmering in her eyes, she said, "Just tell me, what do you want me to do for you to give me some grilled fish?"
She thought she might have misunderstood something and clutched her chest, adding weakly, “But don't ask too much.”
Anthony chuckled and said, “Hey, what kind of guy do you think I am? I’m a gentleman. If I had any improper thoughts, would I really need to go through all this trouble with grilled fish?”
“Actually, all I want is a little favor. Like, I did a lot of fishing earlier and my legs are pretty tired. How about you come over and massage my legs a bit? Then you can have the fish.”
As soon as Anthony finished speaking, Sandra felt her patience crumble. She was sure Anthony was just messing with her, plainly not wanting to share the fish.
After all, she came from a family that controlled a huge conglomerate with astonishing assets. And she was the treasured daughter of her family, surrounded by servants and bodyguards. When had she ever faced such an insult? Massaging feet, rubbing legs—her own parents and grandparents had never demanded such things! Anthony was a guy she’d barely known for a day. Why should she massage his legs and feet?
She felt she was being provoked deliberately and didn’t want to agree, but she was famished and desperately wanted that grilled fish. Eventually, Sandra just burst into tears, crying uncontrollably.
Her crying was so sad that it could break the heart of anyone who heard it. Anthony started to feel less than human.
As Sandra's crying grew louder, Anthony felt a chill and said, “Hey, please stop crying. I’m begging you. If you keep this up, it’ll attract some beast, and then we won’t be having grilled fish at all—we’ll be the feast!”
“Then just give me the grilled fish,” Sandra snapped back, wiping her tears and standing her ground.
Anthony hadn’t expected her to be so stubborn. She wouldn’t stop crying if she didn’t get the fish. He was out of options and didn’t want to risk her getting really upset. This might lead to him facing repercussions after the show ended. So, he decided to end the tease and handed over the grilled fish with a downcast look. “Go ahead, eat. I just can’t stand to hear a woman cry; it’s so annoying.”
Sandra’s face lit up with joy as she eagerly grabbed the grilled fish. “Are you really giving it to me? Well then, I won’t hold back!”
Watching her sudden change from tears to joy, Anthony was stunned. Just moments ago, she had been crying her eyes out, and now she was all smiles, as if she had won a lottery. He even thought he’d been played by her impressive acting, akin to that of a seasoned actress.
“You were faking it just to trick me into giving you the fish!” he said angrily.
But Sandra was already too happy to respond. She clutched the grilled fish and bit into its belly first. The belly meat was the tenderest, free from bones, and she chewed with gusto. Her mouth was greasy, and her tears quickly disappeared.
After finishing the grilled fish, Sandra felt energetic again. She sat on the ground, sneakily glancing at Anthony. He was resting with his eyes closed. She thought that he screwed her so bad. ‘Damn Anthony, messing with me like that? I'll remember this.’
Just then, she saw a large, brightly colored frog nearby, looking somewhat intimidating. A mischievous idea popped into her head: ‘If I catch that frog and throw it on Anthony's face, it will definitely scare the heck out of him. Just wait and see how I’ll get back at you, Anthony.’
She could already imagine Anthony waking up in panic, screaming at the sight of the frog. Then she'd have the chance to tease him, “Some special forces soldier you are!” With a wicked smile, Sandra got up and tiptoed to where the colorful frog was, slowly bending down to grab it.
Anthony had actually been awake for a while. He squinted his eyes at Sandra as she walked towards the bushes on the side. Watching her bend down to grab a frog, he was scared out of his wits.
Back in the military, he had learned that this colorful creature was called a poison dart frog, deadly and toxic all over. A single drop of its venom could kill ten wild buffaloes, and it was absolutely untouchable.
"Stop!" In a moment of crisis, Anthony stood up and rushed over, grabbing Sandra's hand. Because he moved too hastily, Sandra lost her balance and fell towards him.
She landed right against Anthony’s chest. They both rolled on the ground. Anthony’s hand felt unusually warm. Glancing down, he realized his hand was accidentally cupping the soft curve of her breast.
Anthony was momentarily stunned, while Sandra’s face turned crimson. "Ah... don’t touch me there..."
Feeling the amazing sensation in his palm, Anthony's blood began to boil. "Don’t move! I will do something."
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