Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows of the Dom mansion, catching on polished floors and the neatly lined luggage by the door.

Jayson had been awake since dawn.

He checked everything twice—then a third time. Clothes, medicine, emergency kits… anything Miexha might possibly need. If something went wrong, he wanted no excuses.

He’d already secured permission to bring her to Red City for the summer.

His father, Ashel, had given his approval.
…With conditions.

“It’s good you’re taking her out before the wedding,” Ashel had said the night before, arms crossed, voice calm but heavy.

“You two should spend time together. Grow closer.”
A pause..
“Remember your limits Jayson. If that girl ends up pregnant, I’ll personally have you charged in juvenile court.”

Jayson had brushed it off back then, scoffing like it didn’t matter. Said he wasn’t even ready for anything “adult stuff.”

Standing in the doorway with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder…
The words wouldn’t leave him alone.
He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling.

“Stop overthinking,” he muttered under his breath.
“You’re not that kind of guy.”

Then he looked up.
And immediately regretted it.

Miexha sat on the couch in a soft white dress, sitting prettily on the couch, legs swinging gently.
She smiled the moment their eyes met.

He felt his throat go dry.

Great. Now he was thinking about it.

“Hey,” he said, forcing his voice back to normal as he grabbed her bag. “You ready?”

She nodded quickly, eyes sparkling.
“Mhm! I can’t wait for our honeymoon!”

Jayson froze mid-step.
“…Our what?”

She tilted her head, completely innocent.
“Our honeymoon! You said we’ll stay alone in the villa for a week, right? Isn’t that what couples do on honeymoons?”

He nearly tripped over the luggage.

“It’s not a honeymoon!” he blurted, face turning red.
“It’s a vacation. A normal—completely normal—vacation!”

She giggled, clearly entertained, then hopped off the couch and skipped toward the door like an excited little girl.

Jayson stood there for a second, covering his face.
“I’m doomed…”

The car rolled out of the Dom mansion gates, sunlight flickering through the trees as the long drive began.

Jayson sat stiff as a statue.
He’d insisted on sitting in front, but she pouted until he gave in.

And now Miexha was clinging to him like it was her life’s mission.

“You’ve grown taller by 2 inches again, Dear,” she murmured, tracing invisible lines on his sleeve.
“You’re like… an oak tree now.”

Jayson tried to hide a smile.
“And you?”

She puffed her cheeks.
“Only a little! I'm still in five flat! Still short!”

“You were four-eleven before,” he said, trying to keep the conversation safe.
“That’s a big difference.”

“Not enough,” she whined, sitting up to glare at her knees.
“I still look like a kid.”