Chapter 38 Hmph, Scumbag!_1

Samantha Tate stepped out of the tent, and Carson Flores's eyes lit up.

A one-shoulder white hollow-out top revealed her fair shoulders and a waistline that could be encircled with a hand, invoking an urge to reach out and embrace.

Her wine-red hair was tied into a neat ponytail, which surprisingly didn't look bad at all, but rather added a touch of smartness.

This woman, she really was beautiful.

Compared to Shirley Miller, Samantha Tate's image and style were more changeable, yet no matter how it changed, it didn't lose its charm, exuding an enchanting allure from within.

Samantha Tate walked gracefully behind Carson Flores, placed her hands on his shoulders, and smiled, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Carson Flores raised an eyebrow; Samantha Tate's action was very natural, not like acting, but more like the everyday affectionate gesture of a couple.

"Let's have some noodles, it's early in the morning."

Samantha Tate blinked, "Okay, I'll also eat noodles."