"...excuse me?" The doctor and the medical personnel widened their eyes in disbelief.
Indeed, they shouldn't believe the alpha right away. "No, no—we're not doing it right away?"
Arthur tilted his head and looked at Eugene. "Wasn't the plan to do it right away to avoid mishap with the extracts?"
"Yes, but it means right away after we're in our best physical state," Eugene patted the alpha's back, who was probably only about sixty percent sober. "We need to have some rest and get off our jetlag, okay?"
"Oh...that makes sense," Arthur nodded and looked relaxed again.
Yes, they could definitely see who was in charge of the household. The 'honeymoon supervisor' brought them to their cabin, which was no different than a hotel suite with a view. While Eugene was admiring the vast turquoise sea against the dipping sun, Arthur went straight to the vault, which somehow managed to fit their precious briefcase.
"Are we going to sail right away?" Eugene asked the supervisor, a Mr. Key.
