CHAPTER 722. IN MY NEXT LIFE. It’s Not Responsibility

And while it was true that Peter Ferguson had more than enough money to afford the most luxurious hotel, his choice was a small stilt cabin on the beach, on a private island completely isolated from everyone.

Their only connection to the central islands was a small yacht that he knew how to handle perfectly. At first, he worried that Kim might get seasick, but the truth was, she was utterly mesmerized by the scenery, savoring every moment—the color of the lush vegetation, the purity of those untouched waters that so few people ever got to see.

Needless to say, he watched her pout in delight the instant she saw the cabin—bright and open, where it would be just the two of them.

The service staff stayed on a nearby island but were available at any time. Even so, Peter was convinced they could handle things on their own.

"I swear I won’t burn the kitchen down!" he declared after setting their small suitcases in the only bedroom.

"Well,