<h4>Chapter 201: Perfect Prediction</h4>


    Rachel’s face turned ghostly pale as she looked at Eric in panic. "No... it wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything! The hot spring in my room seemed to be broken, so I came here instead!"


    Eric shot her a look of pure disgust before turning to leave. Just then, E and the server rushed in.


    "Wait, didn’t your room have a hot spring? Why did you tell me to meet you here..." E’s words trailed off as she saw Rachel in the pool. Instantly, she understood Rachel’s little scheme and couldn’t help but chuckle.


    "So, you’re here? Let’s go. That scrawny body isn’t worth looking at—nothingpared to my woman," Eric said with a yful grin.


    E pressed her lips together in amusement and turned to the server.


    The server, who wasn’t the same one who had notified Eric, looked just as surprised to see Rachel in the pool. "Rachel... why are you in there? I thought it was Miss Davis..."


    E smiled slightly and nced at the trembling Rachel. "Did Rachel ask you to notify me?"


    The server quickly nodded. "Yes, Rachel told me Mr. Nelson was here waiting for you. She said she couldn’t notify you herself, so she asked me to do it."


    E sighed in realization. Rachel really was persistent.


    Eric’s expression grew even more disdainful. "I hate when people y petty tricks in front of me. It’s such a buzzkill. Let’s go, we’ll enjoy the hot spring together."


    He grabbed E’s hand and marched out, clearly irritated.


    E found the situation amusing and covered her mouth to stifle augh. "Mr. Nelson, your romantic encounters are never-ending. Did you enjoy the show?"


    "Enjoy? Please, I’m just grateful my eyes aren’t permanently scarred!" Eric replied sarcastically, his voice dripping with contempt.


    In the hot spring, Rachel trembled violently, a deep sense of defeat washing over her. She had failed again!


    Eric was truly a tough one to reel in. It seemed that such lowly tricks weren’t going to work on him.


    But then Rachel recalled something Eric had just said—they were going to the hot spring together?


    A man and a woman in a hot spring... surely, they would... do that. If she could capture it on camera and post it online... E’s reputation would be ruined.


    Excited by the thought, Rachel quickly jumped out of the water, dried herself off, and dressed, not caring that her underwear was still damp from the hot spring.


    She already knew Eric’s room number—209—so she headed straight there.


    It was already midnight, and most people had gone to bed. Rachel was conflicted about how to get the photos, as the rooms on either side of 209 were upied.


    So, how could she manage it?


    Should she steal a key from the front desk? But what if she got caught?


    As Rachel racked her brain, she suddenly heard some not-so-innocent noisesing from inside the room!


    Wait a minute... these rooms were supposed to be soundproof...


    Rachel’s excitement spiked as she noticed the door was slightly ajar. Looking down, she realized someone had wedged a tissue in the door to keep it from fully closing.


    It seemed E and Eric were so eager that they hadn’t noticed the door hadn’t locked properly when they rushed to the hot spring.


    In just a few minutes, they had already gotten started. Hearing those sounds, Rachel blushed but was also infuriated. She quietly pushed the door open and then locked it behind her to avoid being detected from the outside.


    Rachel pulled out her phone and slipped off her shoes. The room was dimly lit, giving the impression that Eric and E were in the hot spring... having sex. But as Rachel carefully crept closer, she realized the sound wasing from the television, which was ying an intense love scene.


    So, those suggestive noises had beening from the TV all along.


    Rachel’s eyes filled with jealousy and resentment. Did Eric and E really have such strange preferences when they were together?


    She tiptoed toward the room with the hot spring, trying to get a closer look, only to spot a shadowy figure of a man in the water.


    The man was making some rather suggestive noises...


    But where was the woman? Wait, where was she?


    Rachel squinted in frustration, her face flushed as she tried to see through the dim light and thick steam. It was impossible to get a clear picture!


    Suddenly, the man turned around and locked eyes with Rachel.


    Startled, Rachel’s heart leaped in her chest, and she dropped her phone with a loud tter! It was her first time sneaking into someone else’s room like this, and now she was terrified. Her hatred had clouded her judgment, leading her to take such a reckless step.


    "Who are you?" the man demanded sharply, his piercing eyes gleaming with a predatory excitement.


    Rachel’s blood ran cold as she realized the foreign man was looking at her with a disturbing amount of desire. She spun around, desperate to flee.


    But the man was too quick. Just as Rachel reached the door, he grabbed her forcefully and pinned her against the wall, pressing his lips against hers in a rough kiss!


    Rachel was terrified out of her mind!


    She had always been pure and innocent; the thought of losing herself to this disgusting stranger filled her with dread.


    But the man was relentless, muffling her screams with his mouth, giving her no chance to fight back.


    In a panic, Rachel bit down hard on his lip, causing him to yelp in pain and release her. Taking advantage of the moment, she wrenched the door open and stumbled out, fleeing as fast as she could!


    The man sucked in a sharp breath, grumbling in frustration, "Mr. Nelson... didn’t you say there’d be a woman for me? What the hell... this is such a buzzkill!"


    Earlier, Eric had approached him to switch rooms. This man, Alex, was actually the owner of the ind. Although his resort was usually rented out to guests, he typically lived in a small house next door.


    Living alone had be rather lonely for him, so he had moved into the adjacent room for a change.


    Alex was passionate about night fishing, which is why he hadn’t attended the evening’s party. Rachel, of course, didn’t know who he was, and even if she did, it wouldn’t have changed anything. Eric had perfectly anticipated Rachel’s intentions.


    Leaning against the doorframe, E watched Rachel’s tearful, hasty retreat to her room, unable to suppress a satisfied smile.


    Rachel, full of ill intentions, had finally reaped what she had sown! Eric’s n had been brilliant—had Alex been any more aggressive or ruthless, he might have chased after Rachel and made things much worse for her.


    Too bad the ind’s owner wasn’t a barbaric man. Even though Alex had misunderstood Rachel’s intentions, her frantic struggle had convinced him to let her go. Still, this served as a clear warning to Rachel.


    This time, she got lucky. But if she tried something like this again, she might not be so fortunate.


    Suddenly, a hand gently wrapped around E’s waist, pulling her back into the room as the door closed heavily behind her.


    Eric locked the door and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "So, did you enjoy the show?"


    E burst intoughter, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue that only made her more enchanting. "It was excellent! Mr. Nelson, you’re incredibly devious—you predicted Rachel’s every move perfectly!"