Turning Of The Tide

Rose stood at the hotel entrance, clutching her suitcase. Amidst the flurry of activity, she could not help but marvel at the Winterland Hotel’s concept of harmonizing its design with the elements of the wind.

The hotel fronted the sea, a lone structure braving the wind. Before it sprawled a stretch of golden beach, far from the urban clamor. It was as if stepping into this serene expanse could soothe even the most agitated heart.

However, for Rose’s disposition, it was quite the opposite. Calmness eluded her, she was engulfed by excitement and delight, her inner world resonating with the joyous commotion.

The suites encompassed nine diverse styles – a standalone sea-view villa, a line of six-story guesthouses, and even translucent sunrooms….

Frank truly understood her preferences. This place was her heaven, evoking a desire to roll on the ground in pure elation.

Edward stood by, observing the unhidden joy on her face. He courteously inquired, “Which section are you staying in?”

Rose’s gaze flitted among the varying rooms, and she lamented, saying, “I would love to experience all of them, but time is limited. I’m unsure which type my brother reserved for me. I’ll inquire at the reception.”

Ilotel reservations were made by Frank using Rose’s ID and phone number. As such, verifying at the front desk would be

effortless.

Eventually, Rose discovered Frank had booked a villa for her. His generosity knew no bounds.

Coincidentally. Edward, who stood close behind, was also assigned to the villa area. Rose assumed he wanted to accompany her to her quarters, so she waved him off graciously, saying, “No need, I can manage on my own. You can proceed to your lodgings”

Edward adjusted his glasses, a touch of resignation in his gesture, took a breath, and answered, “I’m staying at the villa as well.

“Ah, what a coincidence! Very well, let’s proceed together then,” she replied.

Edward remained silent but he nodded in agreement. Today he had spoken more than usual.

Rose contemplated, “What an unexpected turn same flight, same hotel, even the identical room type. Should I tell Sherri

about this?”

Among her peers, Rose was quite the conversationalist. Having just finished unpacking, she leaned against the reception. counter and conversed fluently in English, asking, “Excuse me, I’d like to inquire about the attractions. Where do most visitors head first? Could you provide a recommendation?”

The reception staff were partial to good looks and were naturally inclined to assist the polite and charming young woman. Their pleasant exchange persisted.

After a chat of over ten minutes with the receptionist and armed with newfound insights, Rose sprung back to her room. primed for her initial destination.

Nearby the elevator, Edward engaged in a phone conversation. He spoke, “Take care during these days. I’ll be back within a couple of days”

The call was from Kyle. Edward had messaged him during the flight, informing him of his trip to attend the opening ceremony. Subsequently, he turned off his phone.

Having tracked the flight, Kyle surmised that Edward had already reached the hotel and called, saying, “You mentioned that only the gifts would arrive. So, why are you and the gifts both at Artroyland now?”

was inscrutable, as deep as the ocean.

Kyle assumed authenticity and inquired skeptically. “You have not moved on

you upon my return,” Edward responded. With that,

the picturesque scenery here, and considering her sister had secured flight tickets and

shining brightly, and the weather

tone, she stationed herself at the door, pressing the doorbell. “Good mon Would you be interested in some

latch cla ked, and

Frank stood in the doorway, gazing at the girl outside with evident astonishment. After a brief moment of bewilderment, he gently extended his hand to touch her head as

explained. “I brought breakfast for you. Since you are in

Frank had been awake for a while, yet fearing Ava might be resting in the morning, he had not called her. He had not anticipated her independent appearance, bearing breakfast at that

a pleasant surprise.

posture, Ava exuded the aura of one thoroughly at ease. And indeed, she was in her element. This was the Turner family’s hotel.

neck, bestowing a kiss upon his lips, and said, “A

kiss

specific chamber of his heart. What if I have not brushed my teeth?” he

love you regardless of

flirtation taking root in the early morning. She remained blissfully unaware, her countenance innocent as if she had not committed any

meal?”

bed’s edge, he could not resist placing a kiss on her forehead. Anchoring his hands upon her shoulders, Ava inclined her

This time, I’ll watch you eat,” Ava replied. Before, he always watched

feign enjoyment. He plied his utensils onto the breakfast plate,

With one hand free, he tenderly cradled the back of her head lowering his lips to hers. Their tongues brushed, a trace of breakfast lingering on their palates. A mischievous smirk played upon Frank’s lips as he questioned. ‘Is it delicious?”

face blushed instantly. She shielded her face with both hands, then rose and nestled beside him, buried in his chest. He. in turn, indulged her, ensconcing an arm about her waist while using the other to

sound emanated from Ava as

Hastening his consumption, he entertained the thought that prolonging this scene might undermine his self-restraint She

in suse proximity. Matters could

Parting Ava, who was nestled within his embrace,

gaze and playfully nipped his chin. Frank’s posture tensed and he said, Don’t get mischievous Where would you like to go? Shall we perhaps go jet skiing

prior, followed by a

other ar

to a splendid spot. Even if they remained confined to the room, it would still be perfection Silently lying within his embrace, immersed in a book. constituted

sentiment, asking. “What if I prefer staying in? I wish to stay

this girl know what she is saying? A whole day together might propel matters into a complicated realm. Joseph might show

were simple. Since Frank had made the long journey to

Yri. Frank

Ava fear of his own

differed. He

He