In fact, during those two days in Paris, they talked and behaved as if they were a couple.
They didn't sail back that night, but spent the night at sea.
In the dark sea, there was only the dim yellow light in the cabin of the yacht.
Under the light, Elena was sweating profusely.
Luke grabbed a towel with a smile and wiped the sweat off her body. Feeling comfortable, the little beauty soon fell asleep.
She was too exhausted.
Only she knew what it was like to be with a man who was seven times stronger than a normal person.
Most of the time, the little beauty had no other thoughts than muttering to God, and her mind was blank.
Luke, however, was in high spirits.
He had extraordinary endurance and recovery abilities. Elena was exhausted, but he barely used any energy.
Lying on his side on the mattress of the yacht, he looked at the pitch-black night sky outside with the naked Elena in his arms.
Elena wasn't thin, and she didn't exercise much. She was fleshy, but not obese. In his arms, she was like a ball of cotton.
With something in his hands, Luke was unperturbed.
A moment later, he sized up Elena and moved his hands a little more, clearly trying to tease her.
In return, the little beauty only murmured a little. She had no intention of waking up at all.
Luke withdrew his hands and got up quietly.
He walked out of the cabin, took the rope and some stones that he had brought with him during the day, and sat on the fishing platform at the stern of the ship. The "neat" garbage that filled the storage space was tied to the stones one by one and thrown into the sea.
Half an hour later, Luke cleaned himself up in the ocean and returned to the cabin for a shower.
Tucking into the warm blanket, Elena, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to sense something. She moved and leaned her smooth body into his arms.
With a smile on his face, Luke felt even more relaxed now that all the loose ends had been dealt with.
Thus, the momentum was set, and it was going to be unleashed with unstoppable force …
A moment later, the little beauty murmured, "Ah, your hair is amazing! Ah, softer, softer, softer … "
The yacht rocked slightly with the waves for a long, long time as she cried out softly. (After much consideration, this was the only way to describe the scene of clapping for love.)
After playing in Marseilles for five days, Elena was both in love and in fear of Luke.
But happy times were always short, and it was soon time for Luke to return to Paris.
Tonight, he would fly back to Los Angeles with Elsa.
Elena already knew about this, but the reluctance on her face was still obvious.
When they returned to Paris, Luke took Elena home first. She was really tired after playing for so many days.
Luke, on the other hand, went to Chinatown and returned to his apartment.
Elena had been sleeping in the apartment for more than two hours, but she was interrupted by a certain someone.
Sleeping naked was a good habit. She had been persistent about it, and now it was convenient for a certain someone to enter her room uninvited.
In the end, Elena fell asleep again.
The two-hour farewell ceremony had finally drained her of her energy.
Luke got up and took a shower in the bathroom. In the end, he took out a box and put it on Elena's desk. There was a note under the box, and next to it was the key to the apartment next door.
He gave Elena another deep kiss, and in return, Luke got up and covered her with the blanket. He then closed the door and left.
It was another rainy day in Paris, but Luke wasn't in a bad mood.
Although he had said goodbye to Elena, it was just like when he had said goodbye to Jimena. It was an inevitable journey in life, and there was no need to be too emotional.
It was enough that they had a good time together.
He had no plans to get married in this life. He didn't even want to think about having a girlfriend.
He had the system, and he didn't want to leave his life in the hands of the heavens. It was best for him to remain single.
He called Daniel over for the last time and gave him a thousand euros. Then, he picked up Elsa and went straight to the airport.
Very soon, they got on the plane. Looking at Elsa, who was in high spirits, Luke said with a smile, "Hehe. It seems that you had a good vacation."
Elsa glanced at him. "Not as good as you. You actually went to Marseilles. You're really rich."
Luke shrugged. "I spent less than three thousand euros for five days. It's my first time here. It's only natural that I want to have a good time. Besides, I don't spend much money, and it's not good to leave my salary in the bank to rot. "
More importantly, he still had a pile of cash in his inventory. Apart from the ten thousand euros that he had intentionally withdrawn from his credit card, the rest were "souvenirs" from his trip to Paris.
Elsa said, "Hehe. Your playmate isn't bad?"
Luke had nothing to hide. It was mainly because they had gotten along quite well since they became partners. Some partners in the police department even knew a thing or two about what each other did at home and with their wives.
He took out the digital camera and showed Elsa some of the pictures inside.
Elsa clicked her tongue in wonder. "She's quite a good girl, and she looks … very ladylike."
Luke chuckled. "She's a freshman at a private art academy. She's only nineteen, and she's not bad!"
He then squinted at Elsa. "What about you? You don't look like you didn't get anything. "
Elsa thought for a moment, then took out an envelope from her bag and gave it to him. "Take a look yourself. Don't tell anyone."
Luke read a few of the photos casually, before he suddenly closed them and stuffed them back into the envelope.
Elsa found that odd. "Is he ugly?" Why else would he have such a weird expression?
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Elsa, you've never seen these photos before?"
Elsa shook her head. "I took them with a Polaroid when we were together. I have a vague impression of them, so I didn't look at them."
Luke sighed. "Although it's not a big deal for many partners to see each other's privacy, I don't think this is what you want me to see."
Elsa immediately realized that something wasn't right. She quickly took out the stack of photos and read a few of them. Embarrassed, she stuffed the photos back. "Damn it. He took two photos when I wasn't paying attention. I'll burn them when I get back."
Luke thought for a moment and chuckled. "If it's a beautiful memory, it's fine to keep it. I have similar photos here, and I'm going to keep them. She deserves to be remembered, not deleted. "
The embarrassment on Elsa's face gradually faded.
She felt more and more like she was facing someone her own age when she faced Luke, so she wasn't too embarrassed when her privacy was accidentally exposed just now.
Luke was the one who had brought up the topic in the first place. What he and the girl had done couldn't have been any more innocent than what Elsa had done.
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