Chapter 233

Author's POV.

Despite Mia's protest, they found a way to snatch her up into the car, and after a hearty farewell with the grandparents, they drove to the airport.

And all those while he watched her fiddle with her finger staring at the window, looking distant, he knew what was wrong, all thanks to Mr. Vero.

He could still perceive the fish stank fighting with his cologne for dominance, dear God; he did need another shower; he couldn't even sniff himself.

Not to trouble her with the stank on him, he left the seat and instead went to the back.

He settled on his new position, staring at her back, his eyes catching the movement as she rubbed her arm; he knew it now; she was having double thoughts.

Her confidence had blazed that morning, but now it was like the after ash from the bonfire of the night before.

Precisely as Mr. Vero had said that morning on the sea.

"Did you ever live this life? You seem comfortable even with the mosquitos," he asked