Chapter 595

Who Was Xavier Pretending to Be Pitiful For?

At those words, Xavier froze instantly, his fake smile vanishing.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he slowly stood up.

The water barely reached his waist.

How humiliating.

Silence.

The laughter and screams from the lake died in an instant.

Evelyn pressed her lips together, sitting quietly on the boat. She exhaled in relief but shot Xavier a complicated look.

She glanced at him a few times, as if studying an idiot. Then, she chuckled, easing the tension.

"The water’s shallow. Maybe you should go change?"

Xavier knew he was in the wrong.

But he had been terrified.

He hadn’t realized the water was this shallow. The embarrassment burned.

Especially in front of Evelyn Sinclair.

"N-No."

Nathan scoffed.

"If you’re not changing, then push the boat for us. Our team lost because of your little stunt."

A team with two men had lost to one without any.

Who was the disgrace here?

Evelyn frowned, about to intervene, when something clicked in her mind.

"Wait—did your boat hit Xavier’s earlier?"

Nathan’s expression stiffened, his sharp eyes twitching slightly.

Evelyn pressed, "You don’t actually know how to row, do you?"

Meaning, Nathan’s amateur maneuvering had caused Xavier to fall in.

Nathan’s lips thinned.

His cold gaze flicked to Xavier, who was dutifully pushing the boat through the water. Then he looked away.

He cleared his throat. "Of course I know how to row. I can even pilot a yacht."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. This stubborn man couldn’t row but still refused to admit it!

Meanwhile, Xavier struggled to push the boat. With three people—including the cameraman—it weighed nearly 400 pounds.

He pushed with all his might, resentment simmering.

He had no choice. If he didn’t work hard, he’d pay for it later.

Nathan’s methods were ruthless. Xavier knew that firsthand.

On the shore, the other three women celebrated their easy victory.

Vivian had been getting along with them effortlessly, blending right in.

As Nathan stepped onto land, someone handed him water. He took it—then turned to offer it to Evelyn.

But Evelyn was already reaching out to help Xavier up, her expression unreadable.

Nathan’s eyes frosted over.

"Are you okay? Go change before you catch a cold," she said softly.

Xavier forced a weak smile. "I’m fine. At least your clothes stayed dry."

Nathan approached, his presence icy. Xavier immediately retracted his hand.

His fear was painfully obvious.

Evelyn’s tone was flat. "Go. You can’t film like this."

Xavier nodded and turned to row the boat back.

Nathan’s voice cut through the air, cool and sharp. "You’re already wet. Walk back through the water. Leave the boat to the ladies."

Evelyn clicked her tongue. Was he trying to exhaust Xavier?

Xavier was already on the verge of collapse. Walking through the water now?

In front of Evelyn and the cameras, his eyes reddened. He needed to salvage this somehow.

He glanced at Nathan, ready to play the victim—

But one look at Nathan’s merciless gaze, and Xavier shuddered.

The memories of past beatings resurfaced.

He swallowed his act and retreated.