Seventy one

One could say that it was destiny. Just as she lost her footing, a strong hand shot out, catching her just in time. It was Rowan, his eyes filled with concern, and an undeniable connection was sparking between them.

Their gazes locked, and time seemed to stand still as the world around them faded away. Emma's breath caught in her throat as she felt an inexplicable pull towards Rowan, his touch igniting a flurry of emotions she couldn't comprehend. But before the moment could fully unravel, Rowan abruptly pushed her away, causing her to collide with a nearby tree trunk.

Confusion and hurt clouded Emma's eyes as she glared at Rowan, her voice quivering with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "Why did you catch me only to push me away? What is it about me being on this island for a wedding that makes you so determined to keep your distance?"

Rowan's eyes darkened with a mix of regret and frustration. He hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You