Chapter 24 Chapter 24
I pressed my lips and smiled downward as I suppressed my tears. Damn it. That's right, that's what I love to do here the most—to wander, and I'm in tears because with his help I can fulfill that dream of mine—to visit my dream country of Italy! I still remember how that dream started and how it was ruined. All of my favorites became my hated things because of a person. The things I did before, now I can't do anymore because they just remind me of the memories I took my ex with to do it. Tulips are my favorite flower, but because I always tell my ex that I love them, but he never gives me one, I started to hate them. Even the cute dinosaurs that I love to have whenever I buy things... I always choose to have a dino and even buy one for my ex so we can have a couple of things... I despise it now. Everything I shared with him... I regret sharing.
Even this place, I gave up on this dream of mine... But I didn't know that my enthusiasm to go here would return.
I shed a tear, but I wiped it immediately. He noticed that.
"Why? Did you remember something in the past?" he asked worriedly. "Does your ex do this too?"
I shook my head. "Absolutely not. You're the first person who treated me like this. I just didn't think there was anyone like you."
"Well, all men are different. Some good ones can also treat you badly... And some bad people can treat you like this. It's just that we just choose to be what we want to be. And I can be bad too or even worse than your ex."
"Yeah, I know. They say men really become assholes when women love them more. I'm just glad that we don't love each other. I'm not worried that you'll do it to me. I won't get hurt."
"Is that a good thing?" he asked.
"Yeah, in our case."
"If you say so."
He left but returned a moment later. I was surprised to see that he was carrying a tray of food.
"Since you still need to replenish your energy, I prepared a breakfast meal for you."
"Huh? You cooked?"
He laughed and scratched his neck. "Well, I asked someone to cook for you. I don't know how to cook, so yeah. I don't want you to get sick, especially if we force ourselves to cook it. You might not get out of here."
"That's right! It's a good thing you didn't propose; you might end up a widow early," I joked and picked up the fork and knife to eat breakfast, which I actually enjoyed because it was so delicious. I feel like I'm getting better.
"Here, I made you a coffee. There, I really made that," he boasted and pointed to the coffee in the cup. I sipped it and gave him a thumbs up.
"I like it! I'm so touched. You know I drink black coffee in the morning," I praised.
"Because I saw you drink a black coffee on the airplane."
I was in awe when I looked at him. "Oh, really? You noticed?"
"I did."
We stared at each other for a few seconds, smiling. God, tell me, how am I supposed to take having no sex with him for a week? I even want to kiss him right now!
GOD FORBID the woman begging to be spared from temptation... ends up with a husband who looks like sin itself.
“…and lead us not into temptation…” I muttered while staring at my husband. I just bit my lip as I kept blinking and praying repeatedly to stop myself. Who wouldn’t be tempted if he looks like that? It’s already so hot, and he’s adding to the heat of the climate here in Europe!
“Why do you keep on praying, my wife?” he asked with a smile, brows furrowed.
“N-nothing.”
Tsk.
Who wouldn’t be prayerful if you had someone this handsome with you? I even notice women staring at him. He’s just wearing an expensive gray polo shirt and black trousers with top-siders, and he has sunglasses and an expensive watch he bragged about to me earlier. It’s not even grand, honestly. Not like others. But why does he get every single gaze? All the attention.
“Oh, right. I remember you don’t want attention. I apologize for that, my wife. I can’t help it,” he whispered.
“Even here you’re really famous,” I said, remembering the cabin crew earlier recognized him too. Wrong—not just him, even me. Meaning, all the people around him are known by many people.
“Why… don’t you like attention?” he asked, something I didn’t expect. We were currently walking toward the Trevi Fountain, our first destination of the tour. We rode a limousine earlier going here and decided to walk because I wanted to savor the surroundings of this dream place. Good thing he agreed.
“I thought every woman wants attention. Are you different from them?”