Chapter 48

Beatrice's smile never wavered. These recent days have been the most enjoyable for her. She never imagined she would reach this point, where she could relax and talk comfortably with Sam. Without too much fear or hesitation, although Beatrice often restrained herself from asking what she really wanted to know.

"Sam," she called out while carrying a plate of grilled shrimp. It was the catch from yesterday that she patiently waited for. Ah... not for Beatrice, though. Sam's patience turned out to be short-lived. Fishing, which supposedly required patience, was mocked mercilessly by Beatrice. How could it not? After only waiting for twenty minutes at most, Sam became impatient.

The result? They still relied on the supply from the nearby fishing boat. Beatrice didn't consider it a big deal. Besides, their catch was still relatively fresh. Sam didn't protest at all. Including now, where the menu consisted of grilled shrimp and squid.

"Is it done cooking?"

"It didn