The following days for them are pure bliss. Isle and Achlys went to every tourist spots, sometimes, Kathie would tag along with them but most of the time she’s busy with Jacques. On one afternoon, Isle and Achlys were at the backside of the ancestral house. They were sitting at the rattan swing that is tied in between the willow trees. In front of them is the vast view of the Atlantic Ocean. She’s in between his legs as he hugged her from behind. They were eating some watermelon since it is its peak season.
“Hmmm, this is good!” Isle uttered as she pooped another slice of watermelon in her mouth. She was busy chewing the said fruit when she heard Achlys’ phone ringing. She saw how Achlys swiped the screen of his mobile to the left side, indicating that he rejected the call. Furrowing her
