Mag-log inFelix had come out with only a towel wrapped around his waist.He stood by the railing as if admiring the night view, his skin still damp from the shower. A drop of water slid from the ends of his hair, down over his broad shoulder, across the firm lines of his back, and lower, until it disappeared beneath the edge of the towel.He had an excellent body.Perfect proportions, with the lean, toned build of someone who had been disciplined for years.As he moved, his shoulder blades shifted slightly beneath his skin, like a pair of folded wings.He held a towel in one hand and casually dried his hair. Damp, his silver-gray hair looked darker, falling across his forehead and making his dark brows and deep eyes stand out even more.“What are you looking at?” Felix asked, raising a brow as he turned toward her with a low laugh.Miranda quickly lowered her gaze.“Nothing.”Felix walked over and sat down on the couch beside her.Despite herself, Miranda glanced at him out of the corn
A few tourists appeared in the distance, and Miranda almost instinctively pushed Felix away.Felix noticed and let out a low laugh.The last light of sunset spilled across the shoreline, catching on his sharp features.No matter the situation, he never seemed flustered or unsure. He was always calm and composed, and somehow that steadiness made her heart skip.Miranda’s breath caught slightly.When Felix smiled, his brows lowered just enough to make his gaze look deeper. The way he looked at her was so full of affection that she could barely hold his eyes.Miranda looked away and tucked her hair behind her ear.“I’m hungry.”“Come on. I’ll take you to the restaurant.”The hotel’s seafood restaurant was on the second floor. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows was an open view of the ocean.Night had already fallen completely. Under the moonlight, the surface of the water shimmered, beautiful as a painting.Felix had reserved a table by the window. The table was already set, a
Miranda nodded.The memory came back to her too.It had been shortly after they got married. Felix had been worried she would feel too cooped up, so he had bought a private suite at the resort, just so she could come here and rest whenever she wanted.The first time they came, Miranda had worn a long white dress and run barefoot across the beach. Felix had followed behind her, carrying her shoes.That night, the two of them had sat on the sand, leaning against each other as they looked up at a sky full of stars.It had been impossibly romantic.“I remember,” Miranda said, turning to look at him with a smile. “We were so much younger then.”Felix smiled.“We’re not old now.”Miranda laughed despite herself.“Why are you so sensitive about age?”Felix tightened his hold on her hand. His gaze rested on her face, gentle and helpless all at once.“I’m not sensitive about age. I’m afraid you’ll decide you don’t want me again.”Miranda froze for a second, then laughed softly and
Miranda couldn’t help laughing.“We’re at this age, and we’re still going on dates?”Felix took her hand and answered in a low voice, “Early thirties is the prime of life. And you’re only getting more beautiful.”Miranda was amused despite herself and tried to pull her hand back.“Stop sweet-talking me.”But Felix tightened his hold, brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it.“Please do me the honor, Dr. Stone.”Miranda thought about it for a moment, but she couldn’t think of anywhere in particular she wanted to go.“Where do you want to go?”“If you don’t have somewhere specific in mind, I’ll choose,” Felix said.Miranda looked at him, then nodded.“Okay. You choose.”After Felix’s car left the congested downtown streets, it merged onto the highway leading toward the coast.Miranda watched the beautiful sunset in the distance, and old memories slowly rose in her mind.She could guess where he was taking her.It was the bay resort just over sixty miles outside the city
“Felix…”Miranda reached up and pushed lightly at him.“Mm?”His lips had already moved to her collarbone, his answer muffled against her skin.“I’m meeting people tomorrow.”Felix lifted his head.In the darkness, she couldn’t make out his expression, but she could feel him smiling.“Okay,” he said. “I’ll try to avoid anywhere obvious.”Before Miranda could argue, he kissed her again.Outside the window, the night deepened. Inside the room, everything slowly fell into darkness. All that remained were their breathing and their heartbeats.And his back, rising and falling like waves in the dim light.Much later, Miranda lay weakly in Felix’s arms.His kisses had turned gentle, soothing, and reluctant.“Sleep,” he murmured. “It’s Saturday tomorrow. You can sleep in.”Miranda was too tired to even open her eyes.She only answered with a faint, muffled sound.Felix let out a soft sigh and pulled her into his arms, holding her as they fell asleep together.The next mornin
Miranda stood at the vanity, applying face cream. Curious, she glanced at Felix through the mirror.“Which specialists?”Felix walked over and named a few people.Miranda’s eyes widened slightly.Any one of those names would have been enough to make waves in the medical field. One was a pioneer in neuroscience. Another was a leader in gene therapy. There was even a National Academy member who almost never made public appearances anymore.“How did you get them to agree?” Miranda couldn’t help asking.Felix smiled.He came up behind her, braced both hands on either side of the vanity, and leaned close around her.“I have my ways,” he said, looking at her through the mirror.His lips brushed her earlobe.“I’m not chairman of the Chamber of Commerce for nothing.”Miranda didn’t move away.She looked at him in the mirror and suddenly didn’t know what to say.He knew that what she needed was not just money.Money could buy equipment. It could hire talent. It could keep her lab
Xena smiled faintly. “She’s doing great. She won’t let me down.”Moments later, a staff member entered the backstage area to inform Fiona that Felix had arrived. She took a deep breath, clutching her script with trembling hands. The countdown to the presentation began.On stage, the host opened wi
Mike set the snacks down on the small table with a smile. “Of course. Is that little tummy hungry?”“Hungry!” Mia stared at the pastries without blinking.Miranda couldn’t help laughing at Mia’s expression. “Say thank you to Uncle Mike before you dig in.”“Thank you, Uncle Mike,” Mia said sweetly
Fiona clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. “Now that Mr. Gibson himself has spoken, why are you still pretending to be so generous?”Miranda glanced at her, then picked up her phone and dialed Felix’s number, pressing the speaker button.The call connected almost immediately. Felix’s deep, st
Susan had not really paid attention to when Sienna worked at Leo’s company. “Is that so? And was Leo good to you?”“He was. If it weren’t for that Miran—” Sienna stopped herself just in time.Susan narrowed her eyes. “If it weren’t for what?”Sienna smiled sweetly. “Nothing. Mom, I really like Le







