Semua Bab The Cruise Ship Royal: Bab 21 - Bab 30

"I'm creating my own path," Jake corrected. "Which may incorporate elements of his world and elements of others. Life isn't as binary as headlines would suggest." The journalist studied them both, clearly recognizing he wasn't getting the sensational quotes he'd hoped for. "One final question, there are rumours that A.J. Enterprises, the technology firm revolutionising acoustic engineering, is somehow connected to your relationship. Care to comment?" Amity's laugh was genuine. "Mr Reid, you're fishing in waters you don't understand. This interview is concluded." She stood, extending her hand with professional courtesy that brooked no argument. "Thank you for your time." As they walked away, leaving the journalist scribbling furious notes, Jake squeezed Amity's

David grinned, his arm sliding naturally around Liam's waist. "Better than expected. The media loves a good coming-out story, especially when it involves billionaire heirs choosing love over family expectations.""Speaking of which," Liam added, pulling out his phone, "you two are trending again. Something about an 'intimate musical moment in Barcelona' and 'love that transcends corporate rivalry.'"Jake groaned. "How did they find us so quickly?""Smartphones," David said pragmatically. "That impromptu concert was probably livestreamed by a dozen people. But look at the comments, they're overwhelmingly positive."Amity scrolled through the social media posts, her expression shifting from annoyance to surprise. "They're calling us 'relationship goals' and 'proof that real love still exists.' That's... unexpected.""The public wants to believe in authentic connections," David explained, his PR background evident. "In a world of arranged marriages an

"Directed sound waves that create perfect acoustics in imperfect environments," Amity explained, her passion evident. "Imagine symphony-quality sound in subway stations, or perfect clarity in open-air venues regardless of weather conditions.""Making music more accessible to everyone," Jake nodded, understanding immediately. "That's always been your mission, hasn't it?""From the beginning," she confirmed. "The Crystal Voice was just the first step, making classical instruments visually exciting for audiences raised on spectacle. This goes further, bringing exceptional sound quality to places that have been acoustically neglected."Jake reached across the table to take her hand, struck by the perfect synergy of their aspirations. "That's incredible, Amity. And it aligns perfectly with something I've been considering.""Oh?" She looked up, curiosity brightening her eyes."I've been thinking about art education programs for underserved communities,"

“Follow me,” he said leading her to their master bedroom, “I know I’ve held you in my arms as we slept in the same bed but…” his worlds cut off as he pulled her into for a kiss gentle at first but soon became hungry with need and want, “let me show you how you make me feel.” He panted between kisses.Amity's breath caught as his lips met hers with an intensity that made her knees weak. She melted against him, her hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders, anchoring herself as the world seemed to tilt beneath her feet."Jake," she whispered against his mouth, her voice filled with wonder and desire. "I've been waiting for this since that first night on the ship."His hands traced the curve of her spine, drawing her impossibly closer. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice husky with restraint. "We have all the time in the world now."In answer, Amity reached up and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, her fing

"That's non-negotiable," she said firmly. "The Resonance Foundation is too important to delay. There are kids out there who need access to music and art now, not when we feel ready."Jake nodded, admiring her clarity of purpose. "Then that's our priority. Everything else can wait.""Even the press?" Amity asked, thinking of the business journalists clamouring for interviews with the newly revealed founder of A.J. Enterprises."Especially the press," Jake confirmed. "They'll write their stories with or without our cooperation. Let's focus on the work first, the publicity later."Relief washed over Amity's features. "How do you always know exactly what to say?""I don't," Jake admitted with a smile. "I'm just figuring this out as we go, same as you."As the rain drummed against the windows, they stood together in their empty house, planning their future one decision at a time. They would furnish the rooms slowly, finding pieces that spoke to t