“Oh, the fireworks have started,” Hailey reminded Christian.

Christian moored the yacht on the river, then he carried a small iron bucket that he had prepared beforehand and climbed up to the deck to sit next to Hailey.

When Hailey turned to look at him, she noticed the small iron bucket in his hand and asked curiously, “What is this?”

“Flares,” Christian said as he took out the flares. He lit one and handed it to her.

“Why do I suddenly feel like it’s New ...