The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 283 Now, kiss it for me!

After a long seven-hour flight, the plane finally touched down at the international airport in Maldives.

Tristan and Megan had booked an exclusive island villa—just one villa per island kind of setup. With the staff guiding them, they got into a private shuttle, then hopped onto a boat that would take them to their destination.

Standing on the deck, Tristan wrapped an arm around Megan’s waist. Her once perfectly slim waist now curved gently with her baby bump.

"Can’t believe this is our first trip together," Tristan murmured, eyes on the shimmering water, with a trace of regret in his voice.

"It’s alright. A lot of couples spend their whole lives together and barely go on a trip," Megan turned to face him, taking his hand. "We’ve got plenty of time ahead, we can go anywhere we want."

"So where do you wanna go?"

"I’d love to visit Provence in the south of France, see those dreamy lavender fields. Just soak up that slow, carefree vibe. Oh, and the Vienna Woods—the vineyards stretching all the way to the Danube, those quaint towns nestled in nature. And Iceland, to see the Northern Lights. Totally breathtaking."

"Haven’t you already been to all those places?"

"Yeah, but not with you. Going without you doesn’t count. Life without you is hell on Earth, and the world without you? Torture. So promise me, no matter what, don’t give up."

Tristan pulled her into a hug, careful but close despite the belly between them. "If you’re not leaving, I’m not letting go."

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the island.

The staff carried their luggage and led them down the boat onto the dock, then showed them to their beachside villa.

"Tired?" Tristan asked.

Megan shook her head. "Let’s head to the beach. It looks amazing out there."

Gently touching her fair cheek, he grinned, "It’s nothing compared to you."

Megan tiptoed and pecked his lips. "Such a sweet-talker. What if we run into a real mermaid? I doubt you’d keep your eyes off her."

"Even if she’s hot, she’s got no legs. Not a deal for me."

Megan raised an eyebrow. "Legs are optional—you do remember mermaids have hands and mouths, right?"

Tristan paused, then burst out laughing. "What the heck is in that head of yours? I meant—they’re not human! It’s just weird!"

Megan blushed hard, lashes trembling with embarrassment. "I didn’t mean it like that!" she muttered, whacking his arm.

Tristan doubled over in laughter. "Oh man, my sweet little Megan’s brain is full of dirty thoughts! Most girls blush pink—you’re full-on sunshine yellow!"

Megan: "..."

She turned to storm off, only for him to pull her right back into his chest. "Seriously, how can anyone be this cute?"

He cupped her flushed face and kissed her long and tenderly. When they finally parted, he smiled, "I’ll do my best to take you anywhere, forever and always."

Her nose tingled; her eyes were starting to sting.

To keep herself from crying, she quickly turned away and tugged his arm. "Come on, let’s go soak in this peaceful paradise now."

Under the perfectly clear blue sky, the beach stretched out white and soft. The breeze was gentle, the sway of palm trees rhythmic and peaceful. The sea sparkled like glass, its surface gently rippled by the wind.

They sat together on the sand, side by side, watching the waves roll in.Not far away, a little boy in swim trunks ran over with a toy shovel in hand. "Auntie Megan, do you guys have any coins?"

Megan glanced at Tristan. "Do you have one?"

Tristan shook his head. "I rarely carry cash, let alone coins."

"You guys are seriously broke, huh?" the boy muttered, fishing out a coin from his swim trunks and holding it out to Tristan. "Here, make a wish."

Tristan frowned slightly. Seriously? That coin just came out of his swim trunks, and now he was supposed to hold it?

Megan chuckled and shoved the coin into his hand. "He’s just a kid, maybe four or five. Just go with it."

With a resigned sigh, Tristan closed his eyes and made a wish, cupping the coin in his palm.

When he opened them, he asked, "Now what?"

The boy beamed, cheeks puffed out adorably. "Now, kiss it for me!"

"Kiss it?" Tristan took a deep breath. This was getting out of hand.

"No," he said flatly. "I’m not doing that."

"But if you don’t, your wish won’t come true!" the boy insisted, pouting. "You already made a wish to the sky gods. Now it’s just one more step and your wish will be real!"

Megan tried not to laugh, watching Tristan’s increasingly stormy face.

Clearly wrestling with himself, Tristan finally gave in, briefly tapped the coin to his lips, then handed it back.

The boy squealed with joy and scurried over to a little sandcastle he had built. He crouched down and carefully placed the coin on top like a crown.

With hands folded, he shut his eyes and started murmuring something.

Curious, Tristan and Megan moved closer and crouched beside him, catching the boy’s words: "Aladdin’s magic castle, please help Auntie Megan get a baby as cute as me."

Tristan’s whole expression collapsed.

"When did I say that was my wish? That’s completely made up!"

The boy blinked up at him with wide eyes and fluttery lashes. "Why not? A baby boy like me is awesome! My mom and dad loved me so much. Grandma says they’re always watching me from the sky. They saw me learn to talk, walk, feed myself, tie shoelaces—now I can help Auntie Megan’s dream come true too."

Tristan paused, surprised. "Your parents... where are they?"

"They got lost at sea during a rescue mission. That’s what Grandma says. But she also says they’re up in the sky watching over me. Sky and sea are so far apart though... I think she’s just saying that to protect me. But I don’t argue with her, or she might cry when I’m not looking." He smiled. "I like thinking they’re up there. That way, they can always see me."

Tristan suddenly smiled too, gently pinching the boy’s chubby cheek. "They’re definitely watching. And they love you very much."

"So! Wouldn’t you be super happy to have a little boy like me?" the boy asked, eyes full of hope.

"Yeah," Tristan said quietly. "Boys are great."

The boy giggled, waving his shovel wildly as he ran toward a gray-haired lady in the distance. "Grandma! Grandma! Auntie Megan says boys like me are awesome!"

Tristan chuckled softly. "Did I say he was awesome?"

The boy threw himself into the woman’s arms. "I’m not bad luck! Mom and Dad didn’t go to the sky because of me!"

The grandmother picked him up and came over to them, smiling kindly. "Sorry to bother you two, he can be a little handful sometimes."