The gentle rocking of the yacht, the sun glistening on the water's surface, and the distant calls of seabirds created the perfect backdrop for Rock and Vernice's quiet escape.
For Vernice, this kind of honeymoon was enough. She leaned against the rail, the ocean breeze brushing through her loose hair while a fishing rod in hand.
Rock sat beside her, lazily holding his fishing rod, though his attention was clearly more on her than the sea.
"You're supposed to be watching the rod, not me," Vernice said with a sideways glance, trying not to smile.
She couldn't help but love the way her husband looked at her, eyes full of warmth and affection. Even now, it still felt surreal. She was really married to Rock. After all the years of quietly loving him from a distance, she had finally won his heart.
"I've already caught the best catch of my life. What's the point of trying for another?" Rock replied smoothly, winking.
