Chapter 67: Chapter 67

I never imagined that the terror I felt during my parent's disappearance would come back to haunt me. I never anticipated that just one incident that happened today would trigger a flood of memories. It reminded me of how difficult it is to live when you blame yourself for what occurred. What if he fails to appear and something horrible happens to him? Until then, I'll continue to blame myself. My tears were pouring when I laid down on the airbed. I turned around as the door opened and faced the wooden wall.

"Hey..." His voice was soothing and gentle, like if he was singing to me to put me to sleep and calm me down. My tears poured even more freely as the weeping became more audible. My palm trembled as I pressed my lips together to calm myself even more. I want to feel mad with myself. Why am I becoming so sensitive these days? The airbed was moving, indicating that he was getting ready for bed. Because of the salt water in the sea, we were both still wet and sticky.

From behind me, a chilly hand gripped me. I took it off, but he embraced me even harder. He placed his lips on my neck and tightened his grip on my legs.

"I'm sorry for frightening you," he whispered quietly, but I ignored him and simply let him go since he didn't appear to have any plans to hold back any longer. I pushed my palm to my mouth. My eyes still do not stop the flow of water. I wished I could cover up my dread with a bandage. Maybe it was because I sobbed, but I felt drowsy right away.

I was startled awake by the unexpected opening of the door owing to the strong wind. It was already dark outside when I looked out the window. Adonis was no longer beside me, and when I looked at myself, the ache from the swimsuit that had been pinching my stomach before had vanished. While I slept, Adonis clothed me.

I rose up, hoping to get some food because I was hungry. When I stood up, the hem of the dress I was wearing slipped off. I was curious about what Adonis made me wear. Why is he made me wear this—- a white gown? And why this the dress on when I have a lot of clothes? But I simply disregarded it. I can't bear being hungry, and I'm desperate to find Adonis so he can cook food for me.

A fierce wind greeted me once more as I walked outside. What I anticipated to see was a gloomy sea, but I couldn't say anything when I saw the candle resting on the table and not dying since there was a glass king nearby. When I turned around, I noticed Adonis preparing a platter for whatever we were going to eat.

I went to his place without his knowing that I was out walking. I took my time approaching so he could finish what he was doing before I arrived. I was just looking straight at him. He took a step back and checked to see if the table was in order. When he noticed me, he turned around and backed away. I arched an eyebrow at him and held back the rise of my lip. If I didn't know how I'd feel before, my heart is now pounding with delight. Butterflies are fluttering around and seem to be in a good mood.

I couldn't help but smile when he realized I was standing right in front of him. I returned my attention to the table and approached it. There is a wide selection of seafood available. He could tell right away what I wanted to eat. I unexpectedly hugged him, much to my joy. I almost leaped merely to express my appreciation for his efforts. Perhaps, I lost my cool earlier becauase I was just weary and did it unconciously.

"Are you still angry?" he questioned, his eyes dropped and unable to face me in the eyes. I despise how he is constantly concerned about my sentiments, yet I feel like a crazy who cries even when he isn't bothered about me. I'm not sure what mood I'm in anymore. Because of it, I want to trample on myself.

I didn't respond because I was clutching my stomach. What if I am truly pregnant? My heartbeat was becoming more rapid, and I was filled with elation. I said the other day that I was terrified to carry his kid in my womb, but now I'm not sure where the excitement in my heart comes from.

I shook my head since he seemed to be waiting for an answer from me. His formerly frightened expression has been replaced with a cheerful one.

As though we were at a formal party, he walked to the chair and pulled it out. We're the only two on the beach, therefore we should have just catch food. Well, I can't deny that I enjoy seafood, but the meal is expensive, and he can't get fish here, so I glanced at him and asked where he got the food.

"Where did you acquire them?" That was a lot of food, but he did find something to buy.

"I saw that your fondness for seafood is growing, therefore when we were diving earlier, I want to date you today, so I would have prepared them for you.  The only issue is that I didn't receive the reaction I was hoping for, and I'm still concerned about you." He talked while holding the back of my chair. That was the cause for his tardiness.

I would occasionally berate myself for making decisions that put me in danger. I had always felt ill of him, so I decided to reciprocate his kindness.

"Let's go on a date on the ferris wheel," I suggest.