Chapter 6 Chapter 6
“Yeah.” He laughed again. “Anyway, I’m also amazed by your vocabulary. Are you always this straightforward?”
“And if I am? You planning to divorce me?”
He shook his head in disbelief. “Unfortunately for you, there’s no divorce here in the Philippines. So no, Ma’am, I have no plans to divorce you—unless, of course, you want me to use my power to push a divorce bill into law. Do you mind having a senator husband?”
That caught me off guard. I didn’t even know if he was joking or not. I almost forgot who he was—and what he was capable of. He could literally make anything possible with the kind of power he held. The Hendeix Kai Lavarre I’d read about in magazines was far more strategic than the presidents of Ukraine and Russia combined. I should really watch what I say. He might actually take it seriously, just like when he suddenly married me. Even now, that fact still feels unreal.
“No… if I may say so—or if I have the right to—I don’t want you to enter politics. You’re probably too talented. Our country might actually become powerful. But you’ll have more responsibilities... and I’ll have more rivals. We might not even have moments like this anymore,” I whispered softly. Only now did the exhaustion from everything we’d done start to sink in.
I rested my head on his shoulder and inhaled his scent, like a calming balm that lulled me to sleep. When I woke up again, I was already in bed, fully dressed. I glanced at the clock on the side table—it was already three in the afternoon. It felt like I’d been asleep for hours. I looked around and couldn’t help but be amazed by the beauty and cleanliness of the entire master bedroom. Everything radiated luxury—from the high ceilings to the glossy black marble floors reflecting the warm light of the gold crystal chandelier. Even the air smelled expensive. I couldn’t believe it. In just one night, I had everything I never even dared to dream of.
“No, I won’t be there. Clear my schedule this week. I need to focus on my wife. Yes, I know. Stop telling me what to do. I know what I’m doing. I’ll be back at work next Monday.”
Tears pricked my eyes when I heard that. Oh my god. No one ever told me this was possible… but why didn’t my ex do this for me? I only asked for one day. No—he promised me that day himself back then, yet he didn’t show up because something “more important” came up. But now, without me even asking, here’s this man clearing his schedule just to be with me. How could someone like him, with far more responsibilities, set everything aside for someone like me?
“Hey, wife, you’re awake?” he asked as he approached and kissed my cheek. He was still half-naked, wearing only his underwear. I quickly hid my face to wipe away the tears.
“I am,” I replied simply, forcing a small smile.
“Good. Let’s get out of the country to celebrate our marriage.”
“H-huh?!” I was shocked. “Are you serious?!”
“Do I look like I’m not?”
“You’re not… love-bombing me, are you?” I asked cautiously, eyeing him suspiciously. I couldn’t help but doubt. I’ve read about things like this before.
He chuckled and kissed my other cheek. “Woah, someone actually tried that on you? Tell me his name and I’ll bomb his house.”
“Seriously?!”
He stood up and walked to the side table to grab the shirt he’d left there earlier. He pulled it over his head in front of me, exposing that broad, muscular chest and those abs I had shamelessly touched last night.
“Yes, seriously. Nothing I say is a joke, Mori. I’m always serious. Just like when I said yes to your proposal. I said yes because your offer was the cleanest one I’ve ever heard. I’m doing my part now, even if you never expected me to.” He faced me and placed both hands on either side of the bed, caging me in. His face was so close, as were his tempting lips. He stared deep into my eyes before speaking again.
“Don’t question or doubt everything I do for you. I’ll do what’s right and what you deserve. We may not have married for love, but know this—you’re the only one I’m choosing to submit myself to.” He kissed my temple gently. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling. God, I didn’t realize something so simple could be this comforting.
“So please… trust me, okay?”
I nodded and cupped his face, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. He smiled and kissed my cheek as I hugged him tightly and ran my hands along his back.
“Go get ready. There’s a beautiful dress waiting for you in your closet,” he whispered before pulling away.
“Our flight’s at 5 PM. I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
“Wait! Where are we going?” I asked.
“Italy.”
He walked away, leaving me sitting in stunned silence.
Italy?
My fucking dream destination?