The Untouchable Ex Wife novel Chapter 870

"Let her jump if she likes. It's none of my business!"

Xavier said, expressionless, and pulled the blanket with his long arms to wrap himself tightly like a dumpling.

"But-but Miss Shirley can't swim, and neither can I!"

Dylan was sweating anxiously outside. "Oh no, Miss Shirley is drowning… Help! Help! Is there a lifeguard around?"

The floating hotel was actually a cluster of wooden villas, so the sound insulation was not ideal.

Shirley's action made so much noise that the staff members and the guests were attracted to the scene, causing a commotion outside Xavier's room.

"Damn it!"

Xavier could no longer sleep peacefully, or… Whether it was noisy outside or not, his mind was in turmoil from the moment Shirley found him, so how could he possibly sleep?

The man grabbed a pair of beach pants and slipped them on, further highlighting his tight muscles and lanky model-like body. His messy hair somewhat enhanced his inherent charm, making him not only devilishly handsome but even a little carefree.

He and Stefan were the kind of people with innate charm. They were the perfect artwork that God would want to show off.

Thus, the moment he opened the door, the chattering crowd outside fell silent immediately and instinctively made way for him.

Dylan sighed in relief instantly. "You finally came out, Master Xavier. Hurry up and save Miss Shirley. Only you can save her! She's not allowing other lifeguards to go near her!"

"What a nuisance!"

He grunted disdainfully while stretching his muscles. Then, he walked along the wooden corridor to where Shirley was drowning and dived headfirst into the sea without saying a word.

Shirley's hair and clothes were soaked wet. Struggling in the water, she refused the assistance of all the lifeguards who tried to get near her. It was until she realized that the person swimming toward her was Xavier that she stopped struggling.

Some tourists recognized her. They gathered around her excitedly and started sizing her up.

Feeling embarrassed, Shirley buried her head in her arms.

Perhaps it was the cold seawater or her numbing anxiety that she was shivering. With her eyebrows slightly furrowed, she looked extraordinarily pitiful.

Xavier stood indifferently but failed to harden his heart. He grabbed a towel and threw it onto the woman.

"Send her home, Dylan!"

As soon as he said that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Don't go, Xavier!"