"..." To be honest, Evelyn Grant hadn't planned on wearing it anyway.
She sat down quietly and huffed, her expression defiant, but her words betrayed her cowardice.
"Fine, I won't wear it."
Preston Keaton shot her a sidelong glance and said calmly, "Come here. Let's see how your swimming has improved these past few days."
The villa had a private pool over ten meters long. Evelyn Grant was a complete non-swimmer who only dared to float on an inner tube. She had been perfectly happy with that, but Preston Keaton would always catch her with ease and do as he pleased.
His reason was that she looked like a little drowning kitten flailing in the water—pitiful yet adorable—and he thought she was asking him for help.
He stated this terrible excuse as if it were a matter of fact, so Evelyn Grant became determined to learn how to swim.
