The darkness dissipated, dawn arrived, and the storm at sea lasted for four or five hours before slowly calming down.
Adrian turned off the engine, letting the yacht drift on the sea, while he carried Sienna to the restaurant.
"Why aren't we leaving?" Sienna asked.
"Night Owl is still on the island. Of course, I'm not leaving."
"..."
"There are quite a lot of food in the restaurant. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you," Adrian asked.
"Anything's fine."
The restaurant on the yacht was the same as before. Sienna had been here once, but the mood was completely different this time.
Sienna sat by the dining table, watching Adrian make breakfast.
At this moment, the sun rose, dyeing the sea a rosy hue, a beauty indescribable with words.
Sienna rested her chin and watched the sunrise, her expression focused. Adrian occasionally glanced at her, feeling a sense of fulfillment knowing she was right beside him.
"Sienna, it's time to eat."
