Chapter 601
Chapter 601:
“Did you catch that? In Aiden’s eyes, it’s all about Janice. Alissa handed him a towel, and he didn’t even spare her a glance!”
“They’re perfect for each other!”
Under the soft folds of the towel, Janice found herself inches away from Aiden’s chiseled chest. Her gaze lingered, her throat dry as she swallowed.
The man’s physique was absolutely spellbinding.
From this close, every contour—the sculpted pecs, the carved abs—was irresistible. Her fingers itched to reach out.
Almost as if he could read Janice’s mind, Aiden teased, “Thinking about touching them?”
“What?” Janice blinked, startled. The meaning of Aiden’s words hit her like a lightning bolt, and a flush crept up her cheeks. “Don’t be ridiculous! Who would want to touch?”
Aiden leaned closer, whispering in her ear, “Then why’s your breathing so heavy? Feels like you’re tickling my abs.”
Janice felt her cheeks burn hotter. If not for the towel shielding her, she would’ve wanted to dig a hole and vanish into the earth.
“Ahem!” Kenneth, having regained his composure, cleared his throat with exaggerated purpose, effectively putting an end to their charged moment.
“Aiden, I’ll admit it. You’re strong, and I lost fair and square this time.” He struggled to keep his composure, but inside, a wave of bitter jealousy churned. He could tell that Janice’s feelings for Aiden were different—something deeper, something more.
The closeness Janice shared with Aiden was something Kenneth could never have, despite their friendship. She always maintained a polite distance from him, never letting their bond cross into anything more personal.
𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝘁 gᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ﹒ᴄᴏᴍ
This stark difference in how Janice treated Aiden compared to him only stoked the flames of jealousy inside him.
Aiden straightened, casting Kenneth a glance that was equal parts mocking and dismissive. “Not good enough? Then work harder.”
Kenneth’s eyes narrowed, the bitterness creeping into his voice. “I may not beat you in sports, but in other ways…”
“You won’t beat me in those either,” Aiden interrupted smoothly, his tone indifferent but loaded with meaning.
He turned to Janice and removed the towel, revealing her now messy hair. Without hesitation, he smoothed it out.
The tenderness of the moment was so intimate that it sent their shippers into a frenzy, while Kenneth’s jealousy simmered, burning hotter with each passing second.
Kenneth’s gaze darkened, his eyes clouded with frustration. Aiden’s actions felt like an undeniable claim, a clear sign of possession.
It felt as if Aiden was making a silent declaration that he could never measure up, and Janice was his.
Kenneth’s fists tightened, his gaze turning icier. The blatant provocation stung, stripping him of any remaining sense of dignity.
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