Nathaniel couldn't stop the smile from his face. Her smile made him smile—no, grinned like a fool —but what was he before? — A fool in love.

After watching Angelina run to the seashore, he reluctantly turned his attention to the man before him, expressionless, facing Abel, who found it hard to gulp.

This man was an onion with different layers reserved for everyone. The man who had the biggest smile earlier, then puff— It has gone, glaring hard at me, Abel thought, cringing. He hoped he didn't get to see his other side.

"Prepare the meal and bring it here," Nathaniel ordered, dismissing Abel with a wave of his...