Chapter 10 Chapter 10
“Good.”
I laughed. Good? Did he just anticipate that I’d never been there and choose the places himself? No way. He wouldn’t put in that much effort, would he?
“Don’t tell me you had your staff plan this whole honeymoon? Everything’s so detailed; I doubt you did it.”
“I planned it myself. Look, I’m currently booking more tourist spots you might enjoy.”
He showed me his iPad, and that answered my earlier question. He wasn’t working at all—he was planning our honeymoon! Why is this man being so good to me? Is he trying to trick me into falling for him? Honestly, it’s not impossible.
I scoffed. I still couldn’t believe it.
“You’re doubting me again. I’m curious—how deep is your relationship trauma to make you act like that?”
I shrugged. “Am I hurting you already?” I asked, concerned. Now I’m becoming self-conscious about how I act. It really sucks when your current partner suffers the consequences of your past. That’s what I’m feeling now about him, even though I shouldn’t. I need to stop this. I don’t want him to pay for my mistakes.
“Not at all. I just don't think you can help it. Maybe because you still don’t know me beyond my name, so you don’t trust me yet. You also rarely call me by my name, my wife.”
His voice was gentle, not pressuring. He knows how to speak without hurting me. How can he be this soft with me after fucking me hard all day? I thought he’d be bossy, especially after he crossed my boundaries and did whatever he wanted to me in bed.
“I just feel like ‘my husband’ sounds too long… and weird. And when I call you ‘Deix,’ it doesn’t sound right either. I’m still figuring out the right term of endearment for you,” I explained.
“Try calling me then,” he suddenly suggested.
“Huh?”
“Practice in front of me. I’ll decide which one I like.”
I rolled my eyes and playfully hit his chest. “Why would I do that? I’ll keep it to myself for now.”
“No? Come on. Why are you being shy? I’ve been wanting to hear you call me baby, babe, or daddy, you know?”
My eyes widened. I almost yelled ‘what’ at him. Damn it. It’s embarrassing to lose composure in such a public space. I don’t want people looking at us.
“Come on, my wife, we’ll be together for a week. How will you call me when I get lost?” he pressed, rubbing his thumb over my hand.
“Why would you get lost? You’re not a child! Look at your size—I could spot you easily!”
“I don’t know. Are you sure you don’t want to practice? I can suggest.”
“What are your suggestions then, huh?” I raised a brow and leaned back in my seat.
“Well, you can call me sweetheart, darling, hubby, hon, honey, sweetie…” He even counted off the names on his fingers—using my fingers as his list.
“Or…”
“Or what, huh?”
“You can call me ‘love,’ if you want to… even if you don’t love me.”
My heart skipped a beat. My mouth went dry. I quickly looked away when I saw his cheeks blush. If no one interrupted us, my ears might’ve overheated too.
“Mr. and Mrs. Lavarre, we’ll be serving your dinner now,” the flight attendant said, and ‘Love’—I mean, Hendeix—answered.
“S-sure, go ahead. We’re ready.”
I burst out laughing. What does he mean we’re ready?! What is he even talking about?! I giggled more while sneaking glances at his gorgeous face. He was trying to hold back his own laughter too. Why is he acting like this? He even pressed his tongue into his cheek to stop himself!
He looked at me, then quickly looked away. “Hold on, my wife. I need to go to the lavatory. I promise I’ll be back in a second.” He gently let go of my hand.
“O-okay.”
He stood and left our private cabin. Not even a second later, I heard loud laughter from outside. What the freak? Was that… my husband?
I bowed my head when I noticed some passengers glancing my way. Gosh, I was on the verge of crying from holding back my laughter. Why is he laughing? Now I can’t stop laughing either! This is so annoying!
Why did he have to suggest ‘love’ as an endearment? Now I’ll end up laughing whenever I call him that! And that’s the one I actually wanted to use! After all, when couples call each other ‘love,’ it’s said that they never separate.
Soon, Hendeix returned to our seats. But his short absence didn’t help—I was still stifling my laughter. How are we ever going to be serious at this rate? Every time we make eye contact, we might just burst out laughing! I won’t be able to eat like this properly!
I heard him clear his throat. Is he serious now? Please… let him be serious. I never knew he could be like this.
But my smile faded when I saw what he was doing. He was spreading butter on my bread.
“Eat. I know you’re hungry. You’re just not saying it.”
I remembered I hadn’t eaten since this morning. Well, neither of us had. But we did… a different kind of eating earlier. Who’d be hungry after that? Just thinking about his delicious body that felt like a five-star gourmet meal made by a world-class chef makes me feel full. Chef’s kiss. Muah!
My internal monologue was cut short when I saw him swap our plates. That’s when I realized he had already sliced my steak for me.
I glanced at him. Why does it feel like this is so natural for him to do? Has he had a girlfriend before? Why does he feel so… attentive?
“Hey. I’m not a piece of meat,” he said. I snapped out of it, realizing I’d been staring at him, which he clearly took as a weird look.
“Sorry. Is it my fault you look more delicious than this steak?” I stabbed a piece of meat and took a bite, moaning slightly about how good it tasted. I noticed how he was staring at me intently, his gaze following my every move.
“Oh, why are you staring at me? I’m not a piece of meat either, you know. Eat your food.”
“Do you mind being eaten here on this plane?”
I dropped my fork in shock, which made the flight attendant rush over to check if we were alright. I glared at Hendeix.
For God’s sake… was he serious?! What the hell is with his libido?!