Chapter 182 - Chapter(Hundred) Eighty One: Yacht

The place was reserved for only them— he reserved it for her, took immense effort to make everything precise, meticulously down to minuscule fragments with such cutting accuracy, it was appalling. Perfection was the goal. Perfect because he wanted his feat to be at least a speck of what she was— perfect. She was perfect. She was beautiful. She was kind, her eyes wielding a welcoming softness. A reassurance; she held no condescension. She understood. She would strive to understand and at the end of the day, if she still couldn't, she wouldn't judge you. And even now those eyes were on him, making his heart flip, his chest relaxing so much, he felt it melting.