At the edge of Luaten Beach, there truly was a cave.

Ethan had gathered leaves and branches from somewhere and piled them on the bare floor, then he took off his shirt and spread it over them. He then carefully sat me down there. Waves crashed outside the cave, and the sunlight made the moisture glisten and sparkle. With his back to this beautiful scene, the blonde Ethan was also overwhelmingly beautiful.

To think such a beautiful man is my husband. My heart trembled. Even now, looking at this man made my heart flutter.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lost in thought at Ethan's question, I answered blankly.

"I was thinking about Sir Ethan. About how incredibly beautiful you are?"

"I was thinking the same. I was thinking how incredibly beautiful you, Miss Cherry, are."