Lisa acted as if nothing had happened when she arrived back at the beach. She continued talking and joking with Jackson. Realizing that Jackson was too busy barbecuing skewers to eat or drink, she took the initiative to feed him some barbecued meat skewers and some beer. She even remembered to glance provocatively at Tiffany from time to time.
Tiffany was enraged, but her head was clearer thanks to the icy sea breeze. Why was she angry? Jackson could be nice to anyone to whatever degree he wanted, and it had nothing to do with her. However, why did she have to get involved? She had always had a bad impression of Lisa, even on the plane. Wasn’t Jackson to blame for causing all of this?
Now that her mind was clear, she could no longer be bothered to compare herself with her. She concentrated on eating and drinking and would chat with Arianne from time to time.
Tiffany and Arianne huddled together in a tent late at night, listening to the rolling tides and chatting softly. Tiffany suddenly got up and stuck her head towards Jackson’s tent in the middle of their chat. The light was still on in his tent, and its material was thin enough for her to make out the figure inside. Lisa was inside too. Their shadows were separated, and it looked like they were chatting.
Arianne saw right through her and found it rather hilarious, “Everyone’s here. They wouldn’t be that eager to hump each other’s brains out at a time like this, right? Stop meddling. The sun will be coming up in less than four hours. Let’s not sleep, or we’ll miss the sunrise. I’m a little hungry. Could you check if the fire in the barbecue pit is still burning, Tiffie? So we can cook something for ourselves?”
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