Isabella hugged her knees and lowered her head.
Tears spilled down her cheeks.
She didn't dare make a sound, silently enduring the agony as she cried.
...
Aboard The Golden Sovereign.
Outside, the contestants were partying loudly.
But inside the top-floor VIP dining suite, it was quiet and intimate.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows stretched the endless ocean, bathed in warm sunlight.
The table was laden with a mouthwatering array of dishes.
Everything was exactly to Serena's taste.
Nicholas pulled out a chair and gently pressed Serena down into it. "You definitely haven't eaten well on the island these past few days."
He served a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her, his voice dripping with affection. "I made all of this myself. It's all your favorites. Eat up and get your energy back."
Serena glanced at him, not bothering to be modest.
She picked up her silverware and immediately dug in.
After a couple of bites, she raised an eyebrow. "You actually cooked this?"
His culinary skills were excellent, perfectly hitting the spot.
She had to admit, she genuinely enjoyed his cooking.
Nicholas gave a soft hum, placing another piece of food on her plate. A charming smile played on his lips. "To win a woman's heart, you first have to win her stomach. I naturally had to practice my cooking skills so I could keep both Serena's heart and stomach firmly in my grasp."
Serena's lips twitched into a smirk as she went back to her meal.
Nicholas continuously served her, peeling shrimp and ladling soup...
Fully satisfied, Serena set down her fork and leaned back against her chair.
It was incredibly comforting.

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