"So it's true?" Frank pressed his ear to the phone. His serious expression made the people around the dining table even more curious. "Okay, thank you. Please notify me immediately if there is any other information." As soon as Frank hung up, everyone leaned forward. "How is it?" several people asked in unison. Frank shook his head faintly. "Sophia wasn't lying. She really had an abortion." The other spontaneously leaned back in their chairs, including Kara. "What a poor little baby," she sighed. "Come on, don't be too sad. Try to look at the positive side. Imagine if Sophia kept the fetus. Jeremy might become attached to her. His marriage to Ava could be threatened," Melanie said lightly. Barbara widened her eyes at those words. "Mommy?" "What? I said it as it is. Was what I said wrong?" "Even if that's true, you must respect Mrs. Bell, Mom. After all, that's her grandchild," Barbara whispered with furrowed eyebrows. "I think your mother has a point, Barbara," Vivian said un
Louis and Emily waved with bright smiles. Even though they couldn't join in, they shared in the joy of the new couple. "Bye, Auntie and Uncle Philip! Happy honeymoon! Have fun there." "Let us know when you arrive! And don't forget to send lots of pictures." Barbara chuckled excitedly. "We won't arrive until tomorrow, Emily. But we'll definitely let you know later." "Okay, Auntie." The twins hugged Barbara then Philip. Then, pressing their backs against Frank and Kara, they waved their hands again. Philip and Barbara waved back with happy faces. Then, holding hands, they entered the departure gate. *** "Woohoo!" Barbara spread her arms while facing the ocean. Her face looked up, challenging the bright sky that stretched out above their ship. "It's very beautiful, Philip." Her eyes closed, enjoying the cool breeze on her cheeks. "This will be the best trip I've ever had." Seeing her cheerfulness, Philip smiled slightly. "You're so excited, Babe. I almost thought you were Louis.
As soon as she got out of the ship, Barbara stretched out her arms again. Her face was bright, her smile was cheerful. "This is the perfect combination. Green, blue, and you." She turned to face Philip. "Me?" Philip tilted his head. The corners of his lips twitched, having difficulty hiding his excitement. Barbara nodded. The curve of her lips became sweeter. "Yes, you." "But I'm not a color." Philip shook his head and leaned closer to Barbara. Barbara also shook her head and laughed a little. "You’re not, but your presence has colored my days. You are the most beautiful color in my life, Phil." Philip finally let out a laugh. Biting his lip, he shook his head slightly. "You're lucky we're in an open space. If only we were in a closed room ...." Barbara's eyes narrowed. "You want to tickle me? Slam me like a martial artist?" "You know what I mean." Barbara chuckled. "We can do that later, Phil. Aren't we going to the inn soon?" "Yes, indeed. But I really can't wait. I think
"Look how steep those mountains are, Phil!" Barbara bowed down, peering at the mountain peaks that could be seen through the windshield. "Is the mountain we are going to climb that steep?" Philip glanced at his wife with a faint smile. "Why? Are you scared?" Barbara's lips pursed. "No. I'm with you. Why should I be afraid?" When she returned her gaze to the front, Barbara immediately pointed her index finger. "Look! That house is so cute. And why is it red again? Do all the houses here have red walls?" "Did you know? In ancient times, the paint color of the houses here reflected the social status of the owners." Barbara's eyebrows rose. "Social status?" Philip nodded. "Yes. Red paint is the cheapest compared to other paints. Because of this, many residents such as farmers and fishermen paint their houses red." While Barbara's mouth widened, Philip added, "Apart from that, there is yellow paint which is more expensive, then white paint. From there, the color of paint has become
Poppy hummed a little while doing her nails. Occasionally, she looked out the window. Her gesture seemed relaxed. Only when she saw that the window in the next cabin was tightly closed did she straighten her back. "Shania, I think they went out." The girl who was lying down with a beauty mask on her face instantly sat up on the bed. "What did you say?" "Your prince is out of his cabin." Without having time to take off her mask, she walked over to her friend. Seeing that the window in the next cabin no longer had a gap, she turned to the front window. Philip and Barbara turned out to be walking hand in hand. "Where are they going?" Shania furrowed her eyebrows. A moment later, she patted her friend's shoulder. "Poppy, this is the time. Let's get ready. We can't lose track of them." "Now?" Poppy raised her eyebrows. Her nail polish hadn't even dried completely. While rushing to change clothes, Shania glanced over. "Of course. Come on!" Still with straightened fingers, Poppy too
Barbara's breath had been heavy. Feeling tired, she raised her hands and paddles up. "Woohoo! I won!" Philip stopped right next to Barbara's kayak. The curve of his lips was sweet. His eyes were full of love. "Where’s the finish line anyway?" Barbara turned her head with bright sparkling eyes. "Didn't you see it? It was back there." She pointed her finger behind her back. Philip let out an amused laugh. "Okay, I admit I lost. My wife is good at rowing now." Barbara laughed too. She felt silly for being happy about her victory. Even though it was clear, Philip deliberately gave in. "It's such a beautiful day, Phil. So is this view. Look at the water. How could it be so clear? It feels like I'm skating on crystal." Barbara ruffled the water with her paddle. "Look! The water is like crystal drops." Philip tilted his head, watching how his wife admired the ocean. "Yes, there is no rubbish and no pollution. There is only you here with me. That’s what makes this view beautiful." Ba
Philip jumped into the water. As fast as lightning, he swam and hugged his wife. “Baby? You okay?”Barbara coughed as her head came out of the water. After scooping her face, her red eyes trembled at Philip. "Sharks .... There are sharks near us, Phil. Why are you going into the water? Come on, get out of here." Barbara tried to turn the kayak over with her little strength. Instead of helping, Philip cupped her cheek with one hand. "Hey, look at me. Don't panic, okay?" "How can you not panic? We're swimming with sharks, Philip!" Barbara's eyes were full of horror. When a fin appeared again, she immediately hugged him tightly. She broke down sobbing. "Philip, I don't want us to die. We just got married. There are still many things we have to do." Philip rubbed Barbara's back. He whispered like a mother comforting her child. "Don't cry, Babe. Don't be afraid. It's not a shark." Holding back a sob, Barbara looked at Philip. "Not a shark?" "Yeah, didn't you see it when it jumped o
Half an hour passed, Barbara was panting. Her face was red, covered in beads of sweat. "Are you tired?" Philip rubbed her forehead again. "No." "Why don't we rest for a while? With those red cheeks and that sigh, you look like you've had a night's exercise. I don't want any other men to see you like this." Barbara laughed faintly. "But we can't rest in the middle of the stairs like this. We could disturb other climbers." Philip pointed at a point, not far above them. "There's a place to rest." "Okay, let’s have a seat there for a moment." Barbara quickened her pace even though her knees were shaking. She couldn't wait to rest her feet. As soon as she sat on a large rock, Barbara closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Her hands were clenched into fists, hitting her thighs which felt sore and itchy. "Please don't do that if there are other people around," Philip said, handing her a bottle of water. "Why?" Barbara opened her eyes again. "Those sounds and expressions you usua