Chapter 82 PAPARAZZI

• Picnic at the beach!
• “Damn it, Mason,” Hayden cursed, his shirt opened as he dipped his feet into the warm beach sand. He smiled as he bent down to pick up a seashell.
• “I miss my tanned skin. You're to blame, you jerk.” Hayden complained, pointing at him. “Do you know how I've carefully made, preserved, and raised my baby?” Hayden said that while sitting on a rocking chair, his shirt had been taken off, leaving his upper body naked.