The Heiress They Lost Came Back Overpowered
Chapter 33 - 32: Soaking in the Hot Spring

Chapter 33: Chapter 32: Soaking in the Hot Spring

"Just a precaution."

They still had a long drive to the Kingsland Suburbs, so Yvonne Lowell decided to close her eyes and rest. Seeing that she was sleeping, Leo Grant fell silent.

Over an hour later, they arrived.

Leo Grant was just about to wake her when Yvonne Lowell’s hand shot out, grabbing his before he could touch her, and her eyes snapped open.

When she saw it was Leo Grant, the sharpness in her eyes instantly vanished. She released his hand. "Are we here?"

"Yeah. If you’re still tired, you can go upstairs and sleep." Leo Grant retracted his hand as if nothing had happened.

"No need. Aren’t we here for the hot springs? Let’s go." Yvonne Lowell opened the door and got out.

Leo Grant led her to a small, three-story villa, separate from the main public area.

He opened a door for her and handed her the keycard. "No one has ever stayed in this room. From now on, it’s only for you. I had some swimsuits placed in the closet. There are three large, private hot spring pools in the backyard."

"Okay, I got it." With that, she shut the door with a SNAP.

Leo Grant shook his head helplessly and returned to his room.

He didn’t bring up the incident in the car, but he was still puzzled. ’Her level of alertness is just too high—not something you’d find in an ordinary person.’

’And I didn’t miss that flash of killing intent in her eyes. It was fainter than the look she gave Marilyn Walsh, but I definitely saw it.’

’At first, I thought she just got that look in her eyes because she was furious. But now, it seems that’s not all there is to it. What could she have possibly been through to harbor such intense hostility?’

Yvonne Lowell stared at the swimsuits in the closet—three of every style—and was at a loss for words.

She felt the fabric—the quality was excellent. ’But aren’t all these styles a bit... too conservative???’

In the end, she picked out a two-piece set: a black tankini top with a short swim skirt. After changing, she put on a bathrobe and left the room.

She walked all the way to the backyard without seeing any sign of Leo Grant. Not minding, she shrugged off her bathrobe and prepared to get into the water.

Leo Grant, drawn by the sound, stopped in his tracks. He saw the young woman standing with her back to him, the bathrobe sliding slowly from her shoulders to reveal the graceful figure clad in a black swimsuit. Sunlight played across her fair skin, seeming to coat her in a layer of light. The form-fitting suit traced the perfect curves of her body, making her look like a masterpiece sculpted by a master artist.

His fingers curled involuntarily, especially when his eyes fell upon her long, well-toned legs.

Yvonne Lowell, who was just about to enter the water, heard the familiar footsteps behind her. A mischievous smile touched her lips.

She glanced back at him, and at that exact moment, her foot "slipped," sending her falling straight back into the hot spring.

Seeing this, Leo Grant’s heart clenched. He lunged forward to catch her, but instead, she grabbed him, and he tumbled into the pool with her. Both of them splashed into the water.

Leo Grant was still in his white t-shirt and shorts. Now soaked, the shirt clung to his torso, revealing the perfect lines of his muscles.

"Well now, handsome, you’re really built." Yvonne Lowell’s hands were braced against his chest. She couldn’t resist giving his pecs a little squeeze and even let out a wolf whistle.

Leo Grant’s arm around her waist tightened, and his voice grew deeper, a little rough. "Did you do that on purpose?"

"Of course not. I just slipped." Yvonne Lowell put on an innocent expression as her hands conveniently slid down, aiming for his abs.

Leo Grant swiftly caught her hands, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "Don’t mess around."

"Haven’t you ever heard that everyone appreciates beauty? Besides, it’s not like you’ve moved your hand from my waist, have you?" As she spoke, she deliberately stroked his palm with her fingertip.

At her words, Leo Grant’s expression became a bit stiff.

But instead of removing his hand, he placed his other one over it, clasping them securely around her waist and keeping them still.

"That’s right. Everyone appreciates beauty."

’He was finally starting to figure it out. When dealing with Little Marshmallow, you couldn’t show any weakness. The moment you backed down, she’d only get more into it. What he hadn’t counted on, though, was that even when he didn’t back down, she was still having the time of her life!’

Once her hands were free, Yvonne Lowell poked his pec before quickly copping a feel of his abs.

"Ngh." An involuntary grunt escaped Leo Grant’s lips, his body tensing up.

He had no choice but to seize her hands again, lifting them above her head and pinning her against the edge of the pool. "Had enough fun yet?"

His question just made Yvonne Lowell laugh. She broke his grip with a clever twist of her wrists, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled them closer.

"Tsk. How can you call this messing around? I’m just appreciating a thing of beauty." Yvonne Lowell deliberately traced her fingers along the nape of his neck. "Feels good. Keep up the good work."

"Don’t you worry, I will. Your satisfaction is guaranteed." Whether it was from the heat of the spring or something else, a thin sheen of sweat had appeared on Leo Grant’s brow. He spoke through gritted teeth.

Yvonne Lowell brought her hand to his face, her fingertips trailing over his forehead, his eyes, the bridge of his nose, his lips, his chin. "Tsk, so handsome. You’re the best-looking person I’ve ever seen."

Feeling a tingling sensation spread across his face from her touch, Leo Grant went rigid, his arms instinctively tightening around her. "Yvonne Lowell."

"Hm? What is it?" Her hand was still tracing circles on his face.

Leo Grant suddenly snatched her hand, brought it to his mouth, and gave it a light bite.

"Damn! Are you a dog or something?" Yvonne Lowell yanked her hand back.

"I’m a businessman. I never do business at a loss. Naturally, I have to collect some form of payment."

Yvonne Lowell tilted her head up and leaned in. As he watched her face draw nearer, a sense of nervousness gripped Leo Grant, yet he found himself unconsciously lowering his head to meet hers.

Just as the tips of their noses were about to touch, Yvonne Lowell’s lips curved into a smirk. She whispered, "Scheming businessman. I think instead of a hot spring, you’d be better off in a cold shower right now."

With that, she laughed and pushed him away, even thoughtfully gesturing with her hand toward the steps leading out of the pool.

For an instant, Leo Grant’s face turned ashen. But, recognizing the... unusual state of his own body, he quickly walked up the steps.

’This had to be the most humiliating moment of his life. When had he, the great young master of the Grant Family, ever lost his composure like this?! He’d had plenty of crass women throw themselves at him, stripping naked right in front of him, and his only reaction was to have them tossed out—without so much as a sheet to cover themselves. But now?!’

Hearing her clear, bell-like laughter behind him only made Leo Grant more mortified.

’Damn it, how can even her mocking laughter sound so good?!’

His steps grew even more frantic as he slammed the door shut with a BANG.

Yvonne Lowell lingered in the hot spring by herself for another fifteen minutes before getting out.

By the time she had showered, changed, and emerged from her room, Leo Grant’s door was still shut tight.

A teasing smile played on her lips. ’Not bad at all, old man. You’re in good shape.’

Another half an hour passed before Leo Grant finally emerged. He had changed into casual wear, his still-damp hair falling across his forehead. Gone was the usual air of a stoic CEO; instead, he looked like a handsome college student.