Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1861

"Everyone could tell—you wanted some alone time with me. They couldn't just hang around and play third wheel, could they?"

Sophie snuggled into Colby's arms, whispering, "Colby, just now... your heart was racing."

Colby gently tousled Sophie's damp hair and said, "You know how to get me all nervous, yet you still love watching me squirm."

"That's because you're adorable when you're all flustered over me."

Colby wasn't sure if he should laugh or pretend to be annoyed. He playfully tapped Sophie's nose, teasing, "You're such a little rascal."

Sometimes, it was hard for Colby to believe they were both over forty. Sophie still had that same laugh she always did, and their life hadn't really changed much over the years. The more ordinary the days, the more time seemed to slip by unnoticed.

On a quaint little island stood a villa. The Pollard family once had plans to turn the island into a tourist hotspot, but Sandy fell in love with its charm. So, Kiran scrapped the original plan and decided to keep the island as it was, building a single villa at its center and never opening it to the public.

Sandy might have been half-joking back then, but her brother took her seriously. Over the years, they never set foot on the island, much less stayed there.

When Sophie and Colby stepped inside, everything was brand new, with a soft hint of jasmine in the air. "Not too shabby," Sophie remarked, taking in the fresh furniture.

There were no traces of anyone having lived there, and the villa had a laid-back vibe. Sophie suddenly remembered a small island they had lived on twenty years ago. Back then, they found a peace and seclusion they had never experienced before.