"Absolutely, owning up is no big deal!" Marina continued to pour herself another glass of wine. "Oh, and about that kiss from the first round I lost, don't take it to heart." "I've said it before, if you ever need anything, I'm your guy," Carson replied with a smile, raising his glass to her.

But Marina suddenly frowned. "Why did you even open your mouth to kiss?"

Carson, caught off guard by her bluntness, nearly choked on his drink and coughed before replying, "You kissed me first. I just couldn't help myself. That's not on me!"

Marina eyed him skeptically. "You mean, that wasn't intentional?"

"Absolutely," Carson confessed. "My own fiancée comes at me with a kiss, and you expect me to play saint? No way!"

Marina looked at him, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance in her eyes.

Carson poured her another drink. "Come on, we're adults here. No need to be so uptight. Remember, I did you a favor. If I had pushed you away, playing Mr. Nice Guy, wouldn't you have lost face?" Thinking it over, Marina had to admit he had a point.

Especially in front of Susanna. If Carson had rejected her, Susanna would've been way too pleased with herself!

"Let's drop it," Marina said after taking a sip of her wine, suddenly adding, "I'm kinda hungry!"

"Didn't eat dinner?" Carson asked.

"Just got caught up talking and didn't feel it until now," Marina said, heading to the kitchen and opening the fridge, "Let's see what we've got." The fridge was bare except for some water and soda.

I'll call the kitchen staff," Carson offered, pulling out his phone to look up the number for the villa's service team. Marina chuckled. "I'm craving some

Carson looked at her incredulously. "Where am

off. "Just kidding. Anything's fine, as

a moment's thought, Carson made a call to

hour later, just

in the

up a grill

assortment of food delivered from the

beside him, her face alight with joy. "Thank you, truly. This means

glanced at her. "Feeling better about

shade of red as she tried to play it cool. "Oh, please. Mr. Foster, you're so handsome, I bet loads of women would die for a

I consider letting you spend the

turning even redder, as she retorted, "Aren't you

to brush some sauce on the squid, he couldn't help but chuckle

night lights always

under the

*

bathroom by Jonathan and laid on the

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