Ste asked, "So, are you safe now?"


    "Yeah, he''s gone."


    "Did you at least try to get some kind of promise out of him?"


    "I didn''t dare."


    When she saw Hull with that murderous, fierce look, I was terrifying enough to stay silent. Even if Hull had offered to make a promise, Susanna wouldn''t have dared to ept it.


    So, regarding the loss of her first kiss, Susanna could only grumble about it in private.


    "My first kiss... gone just like that, for no reason."


    "So what do you want now?"


    "When you see him, p him for me."


    Ste''s mouth twitched, "Why don''t you p him yourself?"


    "I''m too scared."


    Ste quipped, "I''m scared too."


    Truthfully, hitting Hull? She wouldn''t dare. Not unless she didn''t want her hand anymore.


    Susanna continued toin on the phone for a while before finally letting Ste off the hook. After hanging up the phone, Ronald and the others had already boarded the yacht.


    Ste sidled up to him. "Hey, has Hull changed his taste or something?"


    "This thing with Susanna isn''t serious."


    Ste frowned. "But that was Susie''s first kiss."


    Ronald shrugged. "There are plenty of people willing to give their first kiss to Hull."


    Ste fell silent. What was that supposed to mean? Was he implying Susanna should feel honored? Hardly!


    But still, with Hull''s cold demeanor, why on earth were so many women interested in him?


    As they passed a doorway, soft, intimate sounds drifted out from inside.


    Ste froze mid-step, her body stiffening.


    Ronald, still holding her hand, noticed the tension in her fingers and looked down at her.


    "Want to sneak a peek?" he teased.


    Already feeling awkward, Ste''s face turned beet red at his remark. She shook her head vigorously. "No, definitely not."


    In the past, she might not have


    understood what those sounds


    ove


    meant. But thanks to Ronald''s three


    ''lessons'', she was no longer ree


    clueless.


    Ronald chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, "Not as good as us, anyway."


    Ste red at him, flustered, "You..."


    Just then, Finley, who had been trailing them, chimed in. "What are you whispering about? Is it about that couple? I want to hear too." Ste''s eyes widened in horror. He was everywhere!


    Ronald shot Finley a cold re.


    Finley wisely shut his mouth, realizing it was best to steer clear of anything involving Ste.


    Ignoring him, Ronald led Ste away.


    As Ste nced back, she noticed Finley trying to peer through the door where the noises hade from.


    Ste was at a loss for words. Seriously, Finley...


    Idris doubled back and dragged Finley away.


    Entering another room, Ste was hit with a wave of heat and the sound of waves crashing.


    Looking up, she saw a man in a ck robe ying golf.


    Sea golf Ronald was a pro.


    At the far end of the deck stood a row of bikini-d women. The moment the man swung and sent the golf ball flying, one of the women dove into the sea, swimming after it.


    The ball had been hit ridiculously far. Were these beauties really expected to catch it?


    Ste was left speechless. She nced at Ronald, her difort evident.


    Even though she''d grown up surrounded by the Lugar family''sz wealth Ronald rarely exposed her to the more extravagant and bizarre ways the rich entertained


    themselves.  en


    Seeing it now, she couldn''t help but marvel at their antics.


    Ronald looked down, meeting her gaze. "What''s up?"


    Ste muttered, "Thosedies sure are fit."


    Swimming out to fetch a golf ball... it was clear that money really could make the impossible happen.


    Ronaldughed, leaning closer to whisper, "When we get back to Ferrond, if you run two hours every day, you''ll have that stamina too."


    Ste''s handnded on his firm waist, expressing her dissatisfaction.


    Ronald caught her small hand. "There''s plenty of strength in this little grip."


    Ste was at a loss for words.


    Why did that sound so... suggestive?