Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy
Chapter 93

Chapter 93

CHAPTER 93

Selena regretted not bringing the bodyguards out to the beach with her. She had wanted to troubleBenjamin with the task of keeping fans away from her, but she never thought he would pick her daughterand run away. She dialed for her bodyguards before resuming the hunt for Benjamin who had kidnappedher daughter.

Not just Selena but the whole Sterling family madly roamed on the beach, looking for Rebecca andBenjamin everywhere. They found many pairs, but none of them were the people they were looking for.

There were some topless women bathing in the sun, and Roshan kept staring at them until he received asolid smack on the back of his head from his mother. “Where are they?” Veronica’s neck hurt fromlooking everywhere.

“Just where the hell did he take her?” Selena’s face was an ugly mixture of rage and resentment. “Sheisn’t fully healed yet. If something bad happens to her, I’ll kill him myself!” All of them kept looking for theyoungest couple on the shore, but it hadn’t yet crossed their minds that they were perhaps looking in thewrong place. Miles from the shore, on top of a medium sized tour boat, surrounded by nothing but deepwaters and silence, two souls just kept staring into each other’s eyes. Nobody had spoken a word in thepast five or so minutes, and it seemed like they liked the silence that let their eyes talk to one another. Asthe breeze blew her hair into his face, he closed his eyes and relished her scent. He then opened hiseyes and went back to staring at her.

Rebecca’s heart was beating fast enough for her to feel it. Those little skips in her chest. This feeling shenever had before felt strangely comfortable for the most part. “How long are you going to keep looking atme like that?” “You are patently pretty, you know that?” He raised his hand and gently touched her chin.”This little chin,” he moved his fingers up her face, “these pulling lips, this straight nose that can makeanyone envy, and these soft cheeks that make up your wonderful smile… Is there a woman morebeautiful than you?”

Her heart thumped as his forefinger ran in little circles on her cheek before sliding down and movingalong her jaw and stopping at her chin, where he first touched. She could feel the tips

of his fingers so clearly. Was her chin ever so sensitive?

“No, I have never seen a face more mesmerizing,” he said, gazing at her like an artist praising theperfection of nature. “To get to touch this kind of beauty and warmth… am I not the luckiest man alive?”

Her chin quivered a little. She quickly caught his hand and said, “You are only describing my looks. Whatabout my heart?”

He paused a second and looked at her chest. She was wearing a crop top, and the water drops off onher chest made it irresistible for him to look away. “I haven’t seen it yet, so it’s hard to describe”

“You naughty.” She tried pinching his cheek, but the beard made things difficult. “I want to describe youas well, but your beard is in the way. You are going to get it removed before the wedding reception,right?” “I’m planning to,” as he said, she lowered her head and kissed his hand long and hard enough, asthough it contained many of her apologies. “Can you please cook some food for me?” she requested.There were only the two of them on the boat because Benjamin had paid off the boat’s owner using theplatinum card. He didn’t have the riding license, of course, but he didn’t care. After she kissed his handfor probably the first time and asked him to cook for her, how could he refuse? Besides, he wanted thisevening to be as romantic as possible, but if he were to spend an hour or two on cooking, then theirromance meeting would be moved to that night, which he believed was better in its own way.

“Alright. I’ll see what ingredients they have on board,” Benjamin said, and she slowly released his hand,making him smile. He then went downstairs. “Come to think of it, she probably hasn’t eaten anythingsince the incident with Johnny,” he thought as he checked the trays to see what fish were there. “Mm, Ishould soften the meat and use as little spice as possible, so it’ll be easier to digest.” Generally, seafoodrequired much more spice and salt to give the similar level of flavor as land meat, but Benjamin knewmany techniques to use less salt and spice to bring out the best flavor.

After he started cooking, Rebecca also helped him at times, though she looked a little scared becausethey were alone in the middle of nowhere, and it was getting dark. In about two hours, the two dishes,fish and turtle meat, were done along with rice and other varieties. There were no candles, but onlymodern torches. However, they didn’t complain. They neatly arranged the food on the top deck andenjoyed the meals together with a pair of fulmars for company. Rebecca loved the taste and juiciness ofthe meatballs much more when eaten with rice. Because the fish were deboned, she didn’t need to worryabout anything other than making the effort to put the food into her mouth. And even that burden washalved because Benjamin kept feeding her spoonfuls once every half minute while also sparing some forthe tube-nosed fulmars.

She felt too embarrassed to feed him back in the same way, especially with the way his whole focus wason her and not on the food.

“Can we see whales now?” she looked around, feeling stupid, as she knew it was highly unlikely to seewhales when they weren’t much far from the shore. But she had to say something to make Benjaminlook somewhere other than at her.

“Whales? Probably not,” said Benjamin. “I once made designs of hammerhead sharks and whales for theAnimal Welfare Board,” she

said, looking at the crescent moon in the sky. “They wanted me to integrate more designs of endangeredspecies onto their clothes, but they were paying little, so I refused.” “Do you regret it?” “Not really.Endangered species or not, the sharks and whales are still dangerous beings that kill other creatures tosurvive, so I don’t really feel pity for them.” “Yeah. You are right. They are indeed dangerous, though nothalf as dangerous as your mother. If she were to be on this boat, I’m sure even the sharks would keeptheir dist—” Rebecca gave a startled and squinted glance at him. “I-I mean,” Benjamin struggled to backhis words fast, so he kept eating. “I must say the dishes are really tasty. Maybe, it’s because you gave

me a hand. You have a lucky hand.” Rebecca ignored Benjamin’s remarks about her mother and smiled.“You are right about the food. It’s delicious indeed. You deserve a kiss for that.”

WAMWAY Benjamin’s expression froze. Did she really say those words? He wanted to hear those wordsagain if he could, just to make sure. However, her gaze told him a story all in itself. He put the food bowlaside and moved toward her, closing his eyes in the process. The smile on her face strengthened andformed a dent in her cheek. She pushed his chin to the side and planted a kiss on his cheek, pretty highup so her lips touched the skin and not the beard.

As she moved her head back, he turned his head, and both their lips touched, for a fraction of a second.She stopped moving backward; her eyes drew in more light as she processed just what had happenedand also from the faint taste of his lips lingering on hers. And he looked just as surprised. As secondssluggishly passed, their gazes glued to each other as their hearts yearned for the same thing. Benjaminclosed his eyes and waited, as though he was suggesting to her to come to him. He wasn’t touching her,but she felt like he was pulling her with invisible force. She briefly glanced at his lips before looking athim again and moving forward as she closed her eyes, also.