Island Getaway (1)

After dinner, Emma Hart lounged on the sofa, scrolling through her phone to find a perfect vacation spot. "In this cold weather, we should head south to escape the chill!" she muttered to herself, patting her legs as she browsed.

 

"What kind of position is that?" Damien Sterling questioned, looking at Emma's peculiar posture with a mix of curiosity and mild disdain. She lay on the sofa in an M-shape, her free hand repeatedly massaging her calf—decidedly inelegant.

 

"Don't worry about it! It's really relaxing, Mr. Sterling. Want to give it a try?" Emma ignored Damien's slightly contorted expression and even invited him to join in.

 

Damien suddenly felt a headache coming on. He couldn't believe his wife could adopt such an ungraceful position. He swiftly moved to the end of the sofa, placing her feet down firmly. "Emma Hart! Put your feet down! It's so unseemly!"