Meanwhile, Alexander Kingsley also arrived on the cruise ship.
Carla Carr, dressed in a black swan gown, followed behind him eagerly, shouting, "Hey, Alexander Kingsley."
"Wait for me, why are you walking so fast? Don't you want your wife?"
Alexander stopped in his tracks, glanced back at her, speaking in a lukewarm tone, "You are not my wife."
Carla was anxious, pouting, "How am I not? That night during truth or dare, you stripped down to your pants, I saw everything I needed to see, and even guessed your size pretty accurately."
"I stripped too, you saw me, how can you not take responsibility?" implying Alexander surely had to be accountable.
Alexander frowned slightly, his tone cool, "But I didn't sleep with you."
"How about tonight?" Carla pressed her soft chest against the man's body, tempting him like a fairy, "Aren't you a man?"
"If you have the guts, spend the night with me."
"Or you could sweet talk me, make me happy, and I won't pursue seeing me naked."
