Loving You Is Not An Accident: It's Destiny 215 Stop Right There

Vanessa already ogled earlier at the display of Clifford's body when she's staring at him from a distance. With just a polo s.h.i.+rt which formed his muscled body, a knee length khaki shorts that showed his well-shaped legs. He's too perfect for a model.

She's been dreaming to be held tightly in that wide, forceful chest, being kissed with his enticing lips and to do something naughty in the bed. Her wild thoughts suddenly awaken when she heard his indifferent, questioning tone.

"Paul who?" Clifford is now enraged.

"Paul Keller, Ingrid's ex…" the men around them went still when they heard the words Ingrid's ex while Clifford curled his hand into a ball fist.

All of them had one thing in their minds, 'This woman is really courting danger.'

Someone from the crowd then shouted.

"Hey look! Isn't that Ingrid Howard? I mean Ingrid Briggs?"

Instantly Clifford looked at where the man is referring. His jaw dropped when she looked at her.

The woman approaching is far from the Ingrid he knew. There are two words which could describe her: charmingly seductive, without much effort in doing so.

Clifford could not take his eyes off from her, he felt like that his feet are glued on the ground and his body froze when he had the full view of her and their son. She wears a dark brown bikini that has a s.e.xy cut but there's no lewdness could be seen in her unlike Vanessa's.

He's been acquainted with her body in their lovemaking but never did she saw her in different light, she wears it with such confidence that even a model would be awkward standing with her. Clifford thought that she's not used to wearing such revealing outfits unless she's at their bedroom.

He noiselessly groaned when he felt a sudden arousal in his pants. He tried to suppress it but he struggled all the more. He could only grit his jaw and just focused on their son who looked so cute on his swimming trunks which he bought before they went to Vienna.

"Oh man! You're one of a fortunate guy to have a wife like that." One of his colleagues commented.

"I do agree."

"Such a lovely lady, err, wife of yours, Cliff…"

"I wish I've had a wife like that… no offense, man, look at her she got the beauty, the brain and weeww a body to die for."

"Yeah, to think she's already a mother of a five year old boy…" the other man sighed as he also agreed with the other men with him.

Their gaze glued to his wife with much admiration in their eyes.

Clifford looked around and his eyes rolled in exasperation when every male present stared at his precious wife, while some women looked at her with jealousy.

He shakes his head in disbelief which made his mood turned sour. He wanted to wrap a blanket around his wife to cover her and protect her from those who stared at her l.u.s.tfully.

On the other hand, Vanessa was fuming mad when the attention she's getting earlier immediately grabbed by Ingrid.

'How dare she take it from me!' she screamed in her thoughts.

She glanced around to look for Paul only to find out that he's already on the loose to go to Ingrid's direction.

Vanessa's left lips slightly twisted upwards and an idea hit her, waiting an exact moment to execute her scheme. She counted in her thoughts and then she grabbed Clifford's arm and said,

"Oh, Cliff, there's Paul, look!" she pointed at Paul nearing where Ingrid stood.

"What the–" Clifford pulled his arm from Vanessa's hold and stomped his way to Ingrid.

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Ingrid never thought that she could gain much attention with her swimwear since all of the women around wore much revealing outfits than her. Hers could be considered ordinary in comparison to the single ladies' swimwear.

She felt shy at first but when she looked at Vanessa who sneakily went to her husband, she's now up for a challenge. She's not bothered about Clifford because she knew that he won't like a woman like Vanessa. She's bothered with Vanessa's presence.

Ingrid knew how scheming she is and she won't allow Vanessa to win. She's confident that Clifford won't even be a bit interested in her.

'I'll just have to put that wench in the right place,' Ingrid mused.

She takes her time and confidently walks with Clark. She smiled at those who greeted them.

Clark also got a lot of attention and smiled at them too. Ingrid would often hear their comments that Clark looked exactly like Clifford and that she and her husband is a match made from heaven.

Suddenly someone boldly caress her arm, trying to get her attention

"Ingrid…"

She almost jumped in surprise and she felt goose b.u.mps all over her and she doesn't like the feel of it. Upon turning, he saw Paul with a naughty smile displayed on his lips and a l.u.s.tful gaze in his eyes.

"Why are you here?" is all Ingrid could ask.

"Come on, won't you warmly welcome your guest?" he slowly went to her in the attempt to give her a hug.

"Stop right there, Mr. Keller!" a cold, stern and commanding tone of voice suddenly spoke.