Chapter 180: The Cruise 2

"I think our dinner is ready."  Marx reluctantly let go of Amaya.  He led her to the table where a spread of Lireyan's famous cuisine was delectably arranged.  Of course, Amaya's favorite fried chicken was there.

The waiter lit the scented candles that were held by three glass candle holders of varying sizes and shapes.  The air was filled with a pleasant scent.

"This is real dating, Aya.  I hope you are enjoying this."

"I am, Marx.  I love the ambiance and this…"  Amaya gestured toward the table and the deck.  "Thank you for preparing this for me."  Amaya's eyes reddened.  She was deeply touched.

"I hope that you will never stopped being this good to me."  Amaya held Marx's hand and brought it to her face.

It was such a gentle gesture.  Marx's heart raced.  He caressed Amaya's face and made a promise to her.