CHAPTER 150: Caddie

RUE

I woke up with the sunrise, the salty sea breeze mingling with the scent of fresh-cut grass Isla Llevaste. It was a perfect morning for golf, and I had the perfect plan to add a twist to the game. I turned to Tysha, her hair was blown by the wind while she had a questioning look in her eyes.

"Today, you're my caddie," I declared, a mischievous glint in my eye. "But not just any caddie—you're on ball duty."

Tysha's brow furrowed, her lips parting in disbelief.

"You want me to chase after your golf balls?" she asked, couldn’t believe what I just said.

I nodded, barely containing my chuckle.

"Most people bring their exes to their islands to sip cocktails, not to play an upscale version of fetch," she called out, her voice laced with obvious annoyance.

Poor her, I’d like to see her annoyed face, so I’d do anything to annoy her.

She then pouted slightly and just accepted her fate.

“Hey, can you hand me the putter?” I asked, squinting at the green.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re