Laughter erupted across the bullet comments, with endless LOL emojis scrolling up the screen.

Astrid groggily opened her eyes to replace a curious weight upon her body. With a sudden jolt, she sat up and discovered a mountain of clothes piled atop her.

Glancing over the garments, then at Nathan, who was sitting nearby, holding a pair of jeans and about to drape them over her, Astrid couldn't help but let out a bemused chuckle. "Nathan, what on earth are you doing?"

"Uh, trying to keep you warm?" Nathan sheepishly withdrew the jeans. "Lie back down, will you? It's chilly at night and I'm blocking the wind for you."

Astrid waved him off. "No need. This blanket might look thin, but it's from my brother's tech company like a little furnace. Look, you've already made me sweat."

Nathan noticed for the first time that Astrid's cheeks were flushed pink and her forehead dotted with perspiration.

"Alright, my bad. Get some sleep then."

Watching Astrid settle back down, Nathan reluctantly gathered the pile of clothes he'd heaped on her.

Doubting the effectiveness of her 'blanket', he couldn't resist draping his thick jacket over her for good measure.

The online crowd lost their collective minds with laughter.

The next morning, everyone got up early to pack up and set out on the day's adventure.

It wasn't long before they heard Karin coughing persistently during breakfast. Clyde noticed her pale complexion and handed her a thermometer. "You didn't catch a chill last night, did you? Better check if you have a fever."

"I'm fine, just didn't expect the mountains to be so cool," Karin replied with a shy smile, taking the thermometer in her hand. "Thanks, though."

"Never mind. Let me carry your bag for you," Clyde said, picking up Karin's backpack. "Let's get moving."

"Sure," they all chimed and continued on their way.

After Nathan's endearing blunder the previous night, his popularity inexplicably soared.

The comments were shouting his name even more than before.

Robb and the others had turned in early and missed Nathan's blanket antics.

Seeing the unusual buzz in today's comments, Dale went back to watch the previous night's video. The sight of Nathan's earnest face as he covered Astrid with clothes sent Dale into fits of laughter. "Hahaha, Robb, you've gotta see Nathan. I'm dying here!"

"I've seen it already," Robb said, strolling over and giving Dale, who was lounging on the window seat, a playful kick. He then took a seat opposite him and asked, "Got everything packed?"

Dale blinked. "Packed for what?"

"Aren't we heading to Ireland?" Robb jolted Dale into action.

"What are you waiting for, you daft sod? Get moving!" Robb shot a glance at Dale and let out a sigh. "I'll indulge your need for ceremony, but you've got one minute to pack, or I'm changing my mind." Dale snapped out of his daze and dashed into the bedroom at lightning speed.

Robb allowed himself a small smile and he was equally excited.

He too had been waiting for this day.

When Matt received Robb's message about going to Ireland, he was out fishing.

Glancing at the text, he casually tossed his phone aside.

His fishing buddy Healey, curious, asked, "Something from the kids?"

"Yeah, something about heading to Ireland," Matt replied nonchalantly.

"To Ireland? For a wedding, maybe?" Healey ventured, his interest piqued.

Matt twitched his mustache. "Who knows? When does going to Ireland mean getting married? Is that a thing?"

"If your son's going with his partner, it's quite possible they're tying the knot." Healey had the look of a man who loved a good piece of gossip. "You know, even though some laws have been abolished, a lot of couples still flock to Ireland for their weddings. It's got that old-school romantic charm since it was once a country where divorce wasn't an option."

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