Mordecai's standpoint "Jesus, Autumn, stop talking," I said with a laugh. She pinned her lips shut and looked at me from underneath her lashes. So cute. "You are in love with me," I stated as a matter-of-fact. "I am?" "Yes, and I love you too—it feels good to finally say that." "I love you?" She mused. "How did that happen?" She was looking at her nails in amazement. Then she raised her eyes with a grin. "Makes sense." "So, we are officially married and in love?" "And should be kissing away our worries like couples do on their honeymoon," she blinked innocently, "but we need to talk about this island…" "Don't tell me you genuinely hate the island," I whined. "Cai, I love it as much as I do you—wow, it does feel good to say that—but I can't let you waste so much money on my silly desire," I opened my mouth to protest but she pressed her fingers on my lips, "so we are doing something about it. I will contribute to the renovation of the hotel, then we will also create a wall to se
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