All Chapters of The Secret Island: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Click! In the middle of the night, a small sound of a door being unlocked echoed throughout the office. At the end of this sound, everything was in absolute silence. A tall figure in black entered the room and looked around. The person was on a mission to find the missing material. It was important that everything in this room was thoroughly searched—every drawer, every shelf, even the small spaces between furniture. The sources informed what was needed was hidden in an object. Luckily, the night was long enough for a detailed search of every item.****** “Martin! Stop making that face! What right do you have to make me feel this way? That was so embarrassing! Oh no, my parents will tease me for the whole next week! Martin! You are mad. Mad. Mad. You are mad!” Celine looked into Martin’s teasing eyes and smirked, and continued her barraging him. “So you want me to stop smiling? That’s not going to happen. I’m just way too happy.” He smiled at her no

That is heavy… Celine woke up with the feeling of something heavy on her chest. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised at the sight of Martin snuggling her close as if she was his favorite pillow.Martin...When she turned to look at the sleeping man sleeping next to her, his head rested firmly on her shoulder, and one of his arms rested on her stomach. She found herself unable to move with him pretty much hugging her. It was as if he didn’t want her to go anywhere. But when she saw his peaceful sleeping face, she could smile at that. It was she who hugged him back.It was a funny feeling to see Martin like this, vulnerable and dependent on her. She felt relieved knowing that he could sleep well—at least she didn’t have a nightmare. At least he had a chance to rest fully.His stress-free sleeping face reminded Celine of that day… that day when we were together. Just the two of us. Suddenly, Celine felt as if the time had turned back to that period in time when a

Martin was truly dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to say. He loved her too much that he didn’t dare to challenge her or contradict her in any way. Still, he couldn’t help thinking that our relationship was rather strange… From his basic understanding of dating, he understood his role as a man and someone who initiated the courtship (he didn’t know how to make it sounds more ‘modernized’) to be the one doing everything in his power to pursue the woman of his desire. Shouldn’t he be the one buying gift, giving her his time, doing everything to please her, and everything she asks is his command? He was the one pursuing her after all, but recently he found himself being taken care of by Celine. She didn’t want his gift. It was she who surprised him with a gift. What was this all about? He wondered what she truly wanted. Was there something more that he didn’t realize? He had never had anyone care for him like that before. She helped him back to his room in such an embarr

Martin asked her to go out for a trip. But still, it was Celine who drove them both there. Celine turned to the man sitting in her front car seat. He was observing the view through the window. If she was not mistaken, he was enjoying himself like a kid on a field trip. We were going to Brighton just as she initially thought she would invite him. She hadn’t had a trip to see the Seven Sisters for years. She tried to finish all her work, but she couldn’t do it. The tasks of a CEO are endless. So she brought her laptop with her. Martin didn’t mind. He was happy, just her saying she got time to go on the trip with him. Since she took on this position, Celine has always been busy. She worked throughout the holidays. And she didn’t really have any need to go out or take a break until. Celine turned to look at Martin as she thought that. He was looking at an empty field and trees on the side roads. The views were not particularly exciting. Celin

           “Whoa…that was a good nap.” Celine, who had just slept for an hour, stretched out her arms and thought of what to do next. She called the restaurant she booked to confirm our table and drove Martin there. She had the trip all planned out and loved to be the one controlling the plan. He tried to help out, but how could he know the places in this country more than she did? He seemed to appreciate what she did, though, because Martin just followed her without any complaint. She picked a small restaurant near our resort with a gorgeous view. Once we got to the restaurant, she ordered some menus that she remembered he liked. She paid him as much attention as she could—she kept the conversation going, and she explained the signature menu to him. It was refreshing for him to see she was in charge even in her off time.         “Shall we