Semua Bab Winter's Sun - A Billionaire's Revenge: Bab 61 - Bab 70

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟I breathe deeply, almost swooning from the smell of vanilla and caramel. It's a friggin dream come true. I swear I'm about to start drooling again.I stare from bakery to bakery. They're not all by each other but they're close enough that they're all viewable from the same spot. I'm obsessed with the scent of yeasted bread and this is not helping me. At all.I don't care that I'm getting funny looks from the few couples that are in the vicinity. I'm in my version of heaven and I'm as giddy as a kid who just found out that he's going to Disneyland."I don't know where to start!" I'm nearly ready to burst. I'm so excited that I almost forget about Blake. At least the fact that I'm holding his hand.Blake laughs at my enthusiasm before suggesting a game plan. "Let's go to..." He glances around and picks the French bakery. "It looks like it would be your type of jam." He elbows me gently, giggling. "Get it? Jam?" My head swings towards him and I eye him suspiciously. "Did

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I watch her closely as her face cycles through a litany of emotions. Fear, pain, uncertainty, and anger all war with each other. Her final expression settles on resignation with a hint of uncertainty. She deflates slightly. "What is it?" I ask gently. She looks away, staring at the doorway of the shop as another couple walks in. She nibbles on her lip before turning her gaze back to me. She finally lets out a heavy breath. "They're not included in the package," she mumbles so quietly that I can barely hear her. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What package?"She lets out a huff, her exasperation clear. "With the package I bought, Blake. The one that you buy to board the ship. The one that tells you what is included with the cost of the trip."So, all of this... over some package? "I don't understand."Her eyes snap with anger. "I'm broke, Blake," she hisses. "I don't have the money for this kind of stuff. I put everything I had into this fucking trip." She pinches th

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟My clasped hands rest against my lips as I watch Winter. She's so happy, munching contentedly on this extra flaky almond croissant. She picks it apart piece by piece, each thin layer melting on her tongue. It's something so simple but she's so friggin...Happy.There are no complaints, no demands, no attitude, nothing about her that reminds me of any other woman I've ever been with. I've never had a simple woman. Simple joys seem to have a huge effect on her. She hasn't stopped smiling. She'd still protested but only after I insisted on buying her anything she wanted. She pushed back, saying she wouldn't be able to eat all of it before it went stale. It's actually a legit argument. We'd settled on four pastries and two macarons for her, two of each for me. I can't help but smile. It's beautiful. Her calm simplicity.She pulls an impossibly thin layer of croissant apart, peeling the two pieces away from each other with extreme care. I can see why she didn't want all thos

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟I'm almost drowning in a sea of bags. Blake didn't stop at buying stuff at the beach shop. We've gone to at least five more shops. And now he's got me stopped in front of a jewelry store. It doesn't look like a chain store. It's like a quaint, fancy looking, mom and pop shop. Soft blue and white radiate from the walls, making the deep blue velvet that lines the displays pop.I have my feet planted at the entrance of the shop, refusing to step in. He's already probably spent hundreds on me and there's no way I'm letting him spend however many thousands he's planning on."I can't," I protest. He tries to persuade me gently, like most normal people would. He asks several times, tugs on my hand in an effort to pull me in. He does everything short of actually begging. I half expect him to give in but I don't expect him to do what he does after my fifth rejection. He dramatically collapses onto his knees in front of me, bags rustling around him. "Please," he begs, fixing those

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I tell myself that I'm asking for her hand on mine for the benefit of the salesman, but it's a lie. I just like touching her.I don't fail to notice how the salesman's eyes flick towards Winter every so often. I am not happy. I take a closer look at his suit, spotting his name tag.SeanWell, I've already predetermined that I don't like Sean. Especially not with the way he's eyeing her. The velvet bust is finally laid onto the counter, diamond glistening in the light. Sean motions towards the neck of the bust and starts rattling off details. He studies me as he directs his sales pitch to me, but he's standing in such a way that his head is positioned towards Winter. I don't like it. I pull her close enough that my hand rests hard on the curve of her hip, my fingers still entwined with hers. I grip her fingers securely, feeling the need to show my ownership. If he looks over, he's going to see MY hands on her."This is one of the most flawless diamonds we have on displa