Chapter 60: Chapter 60

<Azaria>

“Why would I? Am more handsome than him. I am tall, with medium dark skin and, a pointed nose, and my hair is glossy straight black. I have a masculine personality, abs, genius, and a billionaire. I can give you two dozen children,” he praises himself.

“You're so harsh with the two dozen!” I teased, lightly smacking his solid arm.

“Charles is handsome too! He has a small nose but thick lips. His new chestnut brown hair suits him. He’s so fair, he looks like milk! Hihi!”

“Are you admiring him? I am way better than him,” he replied bitterly, his face scrunched up.

I burst out laughing at his reaction. It's so easy to annoy Lanvin.

“Why are you angry?” I teased, moving closer to him.

He pinched both my cheeks lightly.

“You witch!” He said irritably.

“Oh no! Brother Lanvin! Help! Claudine is drowning!”

Belle got our attention with her scream. Both Lanvin and I looked at the pool, and Claudine was in the deep part of the pool. We could only see her hand as she struggled to come up.

“Lanvin, help her!” I said, feeling panicked. I was starting to freak out.

“Keith! Xyrile! Lanvin! Help!” Belle shouted, not knowing what to do.

“Lanvin! Your sister-in-law is going to die! Help her!” I yelled at him, feeling scared. But Lanvin was doing nothing. He just sat there, looking indifferent. He seemed so chill while someone was in danger.

“What are you doing there, Belle? Go and save her! You’re an athlete!” Lanvin shouted.

Upon hearing that, Belle immediately jumped into the water, throwing away the towel she was holding. It seemed like Lanvin’s words jolted her into action.

“You're terrible! You didn’t even help Claudine. You just ordered Belle around. You're the guy here, you should’ve been the one to help her,” I said.

He frowned.

“I don’t know how to swim.”

I looked at him for a long moment.

“Liars go to hell.”

“Belle is a swimmer. Why should I when others can do it?” He lazily responded and leaned back on the chair.

“What happened?” Charles asked.

“CPR, please!”

I looked in their direction as Ysabelle pulled Claudine out.

“Brother Xyrile, can you do CPR?” Belle pleaded tearfully.

“She’s okay. She’s breathing,” Charles said as Claudine’s hand moved.

Claudine coughed.

“I-I’m okay,” she replied, trying to catch her breath.

Claudine’s face showed fear, her act of drowning seemed genuine.

“You know that part is deep, yet you had the guts to go there,” Belle told Claudine, who was trying to stand.

Claudine looked in our direction, her gaze fixed on Lanvin.

Was her plan a failure? Did she expect Lanvin to save her? Tsk! She should just go to sleep and dream about it.

Charles helped Claudine stand.

“Thank you. I’ll go,” Claudine said, looking down. She seemed embarrassed.

“You okay?” Charles asked her to make sure.

Claudine nodded hurriedly and left, wrapping herself in her violet towel that she got from Belle.

“That's what flirtatious people get,” I murmured.

“Wife, are you saying something?”

I looked at Lanvin.

“Nothing, hehe.”

“Just keep drinking.”

They let Claudine leave and walked back to our spot.

Belle wrapped herself in her white towel.

“What happened? Why did she drown? I thought she knew how to swim?” Xyrile asked, his brow furrowed, pulling a chair.

Charles placed the drinks he brought.

“Maybe she’s acting again,” Charles concluded and opened a can for Belle.

“She doesn't seem to be acting. She seemed unconscious when I found her. Then when I laid her on the floor, she suddenly woke up,” Belle recounted.

“No matter how skilled a person is in swimming, accidents can still happen,” Belle added.

“You said it,” Xyrile added.

Am I just too involved in their lives, or is there something going on between Xyrile and Belle? If they weren't cousins, I'd ship them.

Everything settled down, and the conversation shifted. It seemed like the cousins didn't care much about Claudine anymore.

They were talking about something else.

Nick is not drinking or smoking.

I noticed Xyrile, with his arm around Belle as he smoked.

“Why? Don’t you want me to smoke?” Xyrile asked Belle, sitting beside her.

Even though I was eating and not looking at Xyrile and Belle's spot, I could sense something between them.

I grabbed a slice of watermelon.

Xyrile blew smoke as Belle complained.

“You're turning me into a second-hand smoker. Smoke elsewhere,” Belle said with a smirk.

Xyrile put out his cigarette.

“Happy?” Xyrile asked her.

I looked at Nick, who seemed indifferent to everything around him, his hand resting on my legs, living in his world.