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Recap - Mason surprises Shayra with a private cruise, hinting at a pre-wedding gift. As they reach the top deck, decorated with flowers and lights, fireworks spell out "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" Mason proposes, and a stunned Shayra eventually accepts, overwhelmed with emotion.

They share a heartfelt moment, with Shayra reflecting on their journey and expressing her gratitude for their reunion. Mason comforts her, promising a future filled with happiness. They sit together, watching the stars and feeling at peace, ready to start a new chapter in their lives.

Shayra's POV

I woke up to find myself in bed. I observed my surroundings and remembered last night. We were on a cruise, and I fell asleep in Mason's arms. Maybe he carried me to bed. I looked to my left and saw him sleeping peacefully.

I didn't wake him up, just stared at him. I ran my fingers through his hair locks, which disturbed my beautiful morning view, and touched his lips with my palm.

"A battle raged within me. I knew I shouldn't wake him, but the urge to touch him was irresistible." He looked so pretty, even in his sleep. I stared at his pretty face and said, "You know, when you were away, every day my first thought after waking up was you, and my last thought before going to bed was about you only."

"Even though I smiled every day and achieved my goals, the first thing I did every morning after my shower was pray for your safety. Even though they declared you dead, my heart wasn't ready to accept it at all."

"But there was this emptiness, knowing you weren't there to see my achievements. It hurt a lot."

"Even if I pretended to be okay, I wasn't fine at all inside. It felt like something died inside me when I got the news that you were gone."

"It was like you took my soul with you. Here was just the body trying to survive, waiting for the end of life, as there wasn't any hope left for me."

"You not being there with me hurt the most. I know you are hiding something from me. I will wait for you to tell me yourself about it. I won't ask about the past five years we lost."

"But now I have hope that we will be fine in the future, have our own little family, and make a home together."

After saying this, I kissed his cheek slowly to not wake him up and wanted to get up to freshen up. I thought he moved a little bit in his sleep, so I wanted to escape as soon as possible so he wouldn't catch me admiring him and checking him out in his sleep.

I tried to get up, but then he put his arm around my waist and pulled me towards his chest. I felt like my heart would explode because he was right there next to me.

I tried to calm my racing heartbeat as this sudden closeness made me lose my sanity. I didn't want to take advantage of him in his sleep.

I slowly tried to look at him to see if he was awake.

It was good that he didn't wake up, or it would have been really embarrassing to be in such a position. I slowly and steadily moved his hand from my waist and placed it on the bed. Then I got up and went to the adjacent bathroom to empty my bladder first.

After freshening up, I looked near the cabinet and adjacent basin in the bathroom and realized that everything was perfectly arranged.

From toothbrush, shampoo, and body wash to face serum and skincare products, everything was perfectly organized.

I couldn't believe he even remembered all these things and bought the same brands. This guy is really something. I never thought he would notice these small things like body wash and shampoo.

I brushed my teeth and took a warm shower. After that, I put my clothes from yesterday in the dryer and went back to the bedroom in a bathrobe.

First, I checked if he was still asleep, but to my surprise, no one was in bed. Maybe he was outside or something.

Just then, someone opened the bedroom door. I thought to run back to the bathroom, but it was Mason, so I stood there as it was.

"Good morning, sweetheart," said Mason with a breakfast tray in his hand, placing it on the coffee table.

"Good morning, Mr. Rich Brat," I said in a playful tone.

After placing the breakfast on the table, he came toward me, placed his hands on my waist, and pulled me close. "Sweetheart, what's with the new name, Rich Brat?"

"Well, it's specially saved for you because of how you spend money without thinking. So, I must say, you are a rich brat."

"No, sweetheart, I am not a Rich Brat," he replied annoyingly, not liking the name.

I was really happy to get on his nerves. I didn't miss the chance to annoy him because the satisfaction I got from it was on another level. So I said again, "Of course, you are Mr. Rich Brat," in a sing-song tone.

"Shayra, please don't call me that. I impulsively buy anything and everything, but it's worth it if it's for you. I don't mind spending any penny on you."

I was speechless. How could I explain to him that it's good he wants to spend on me, but buying everything just to make me happy is not a good habit?

So I tried to explain with a simple story example, "See, Mr. Rich Brat, the thing is, now we will be marrying each other, so we have to save money for the future and for our children. We can't waste it like it grows on a money plant, plucking it whenever you want."

"It takes a lot of effort to earn money. You know that yourself. Do you understand?"

"Okay, ma'am, I got it. But what is this about children? I have more than enough money to last for seven generations," Mason said.

He tried to come close to kiss me, but I tried to create some distance by placing my hands on his chest. My attempt failed.

Suddenly, I twisted my leg and cried in pain. He immediately left my waist and bent down to check if there was a sprain.

But it was a trick, and I started running around the bedroom like a child.

"Shayra, this is not fair! How can you trick your soon-to-be husband like this?" he said in a complaining tone and ran after me.

"Mr. Rich Brat, everything is fair in love and war," I said, still running and hiding behind a chair near the balcony.

"Nope, it's not. Please don't be this cruel, Shayra," he said.

"First catch me if you can, then we will decide on that, Mr. Rich Brat," I said, giggling.

I was really enjoying this little game of catch and hold.

"Shayra, once I catch you, I won't let you go, and I won't fall for your petty lies."

"First catch me, mister, then we will see about that," I said, running from the balcony toward the bed as he tried to reach me.

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