Genius Manager: I Can Make All Girls Talented!-Chapter 147 - - Romantic Getaway

The golden rose glittered in Darius's hand as every eye locked onto him.

Yuna stood near the edge of the shaded lounge, her expression unreadable, arms folded, hips tilted slightly in that confident, alluring way that made her look like she belonged on a red carpet. Alicia, Emma, Avery—they all watched, each holding their breath.

Darius smiled.

"I choose... Yuna."

The moment the words left his lips, the crowd's collective inhale was palpable.

Yuna blinked, caught off guard despite the chemistry they shared. Then she gave a small, amused smile and stepped forward to accept the rose from his hand.

The cameras zoomed in as her fingers brushed against his, lingering just long enough to spark something more in the air. Her soft "thank you" was barely audible, but it carried a weight of meaning.

"Wow," Harry said, clearing his throat and turning back to the audience with a knowing smirk. "Didn't see that one coming!"

He absolutely did.

"Pack your things, lovebirds. The van's waiting. You've got a romantic night ahead of you."

As they began to walk off together, the tension among the other contestants bubbled up like boiling water.

Matt scoffed loudly, arms crossed, shaking his head. "Of course," he said under his breath, just loud enough for everyone to hear. "How convenient. The superstar agent picks the superstar singer. What a plot twist."

Darius paused but didn't turn.

"You want to say that to my face?" he asked coolly, glancing back over his shoulder.

Matt stepped forward. "Maybe I do. This whole thing's starting to look rigged."

Emma frowned, standing up. "Oh please, Matt. Don't start. You had your night and you blew it."

"Exactly," Alicia added, clearly annoyed. "Yuna didn't pick Darius. He won the challenge fair and square."

Matt's eyes darted toward Yuna, who was now walking ahead with Darius without even sparing him a glance. His fists clenched, but he didn't reply.

The other girls weren't as loud, but their eyes said enough. Alicia looked like she wanted to scream but bit her tongue. Even Avery, cool and collected, had her jaw clenched ever so slightly as she watched Darius and Yuna vanish through the villa's side path leading to the transport van.

And just like that, the winning couple was gone.

Romantic Getaway Villa – That Evening

The getaway destination was nothing short of dreamlike.

A private luxury villa nestled atop a high cliffside, with an infinity pool that seemed to spill directly into the stars. A wide terrace overlooked the ocean below, the horizon stretching endlessly in every direction. Candles flickered in soft pools of light across the polished stone floor, and the scent of jasmine drifted through the air.

Yuna stood barefoot on the terrace, gazing out over the view in a soft white sundress. Her hair blew gently in the wind, and Darius took a quiet moment just to look at her before stepping beside her.

"It's beautiful," she said, not looking at him.

"Yeah," he replied, his eyes never leaving her. "It really is."

She turned to him then, catching the way he looked at her. Not just desire—admiration. The silence between them wasn't awkward. It was charged.

"I wasn't expecting you to pick me," she admitted.

Darius tilted his head. "Weren't you?"

She gave a small, teasing smile. "Okay… maybe I hoped."

Darius reached for her hand, fingers grazing hers until they interlocked. She didn't pull away.

"Why'd you come into my bed that night?" he asked, voice low.

Yuna leaned into him slightly, resting her head against his shoulder. "Because you didn't ask for anything… and somehow, that made me want to give you everything."

That made his heart skip.

"I didn't know I needed that kind of peace," she continued, her voice a whisper now. "And last night… that was the first time in weeks I slept without waking up in the middle of the night."

Darius brought their hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles, slow and reverent.

"You can have that peace every night," he said. "If you want it."

Yuna's response came in the form of a step closer—until she was pressed fully against him, her hands sliding up his chest.

They stood like that for a moment, breathing each other in.

Then, in perfect silence, they sat beside each other on the plush outdoor sofa. She curled her legs underneath her and leaned into his side. He wrapped an arm around her waist without hesitation, fingers grazing the bare skin just above her hip where her dress rose slightly.

They watched the stars emerge from the fading sunset, the sky turning to velvet.

"You know they're going to talk even more now," Yuna murmured, tracing circles on his forearm with her fingertips.

"Let them," he replied. "They talk because they don't have this."

A soft laugh escaped her. "You're good at this."

"At what?"

"This. Saying the exact thing I didn't know I needed to hear."

He turned his head, and she met his gaze. There was something unspoken hanging between them—an invitation neither of them needed to voice.

Their lips met—soft, unhurried. It wasn't the kiss of desperation or heat, but of trust. Of something building slowly, carefully.

When they pulled away, Yuna let out a small, breathless laugh. "Not bad, agent."

"You're not so bad yourself, superstar."

They stayed close through the evening, sharing stories under candlelight. At one point, Yuna dipped her feet into the pool, and Darius joined her, their hands constantly brushing, playful splashes exchanged.

When they finally returned inside, it was without rush. Darius led her to the bed, and they collapsed side by side on top of the covers, fully clothed, arms tangled.

Yuna nestled against his chest. "You're warm."

"And you're dangerous," he murmured, lips brushing her forehead.

She laughed again, and soon her breath evened out.

Darius stared at the ceiling, hand tracing patterns on her back.

He had no idea what tomorrow would bring—but tonight, for the first time since arriving on this crazy island, he didn't care.