Chapter 13

Dumbfounded

Maybe it was because of the gentle breeze, or the soothing sound of the little waves that resonates every time they clash with each other, or maybe it was the heart of the sun that hits his skin making it glow like the waters being hit by the rays. I don't know. And I refuse to acknowledge whatever it is that he's making me feel. I looked away and gazed at the waves instead, pretending I didn't hear any of them. Nor did I understand the anger that I saw a while ago.

"This place is beautiful," I muttered mindlessly.

The approaching yacht gradually became more visible in my sight. It stopped just a few meters from the shore.

"Is that yours too?" I pointed at the yacht and briefly looked at him. His eyes followed what I was pointing.

"Yeah," he said curtly.

I nodded trying to fathom in my head how freaking rich his family is to own a chopper and a yacht. I read some magazines featuring them a long time ago. I just didn't pay that much attention because I wasn't interested