Brooke Osborne rested her head on his shoulder and said softly, "Don't say that, you're not old. You're my great benefactor and the father of my child. You're my reliance for this lifetime."
Cameron Spencer embraced Brooke Osborne, and somewhat absent-mindedly thought, there was once a woman who nestled softly in his arms and uttered such words.
Is she still alive?
The two quietly sat in the American-style kitchen, sunlight streaming through the half-open floor-to-ceiling windows, with the blue sea shimmering in the distance.
A large bird of paradise perched in a cage under the veranda outside the floor-to-ceiling window, occasionally emitting a soft and low call.
Cameron Spencer snapped out of his thoughts, patted Brooke Osborne's shoulder with a smile, and said, "How many times have I told you, you don't need to be so polite with me. We're getting married in a while, you can call me by my name."
