Chapter 2

His left palm came up to her right cheek and his palm caressed that part. He is so in love with this woman. She was his first love. And Frances is also the only woman he dreams of marrying. He loves Frances very much. As soon as he saw Frances for the first time, he knew that he was fascinated. Even then, he felt that this was the only one he would love until his last breath. He made it hard to chase her but he didn't stop making her to be with him. Even then it was only a small percentage that he would lose hope, he did not lose. Although it was not easy for him to win Frances' sweet yes, it was worth it because now she is his wife.

"My darling, my sky, my sweetheart, I promise to you that I will not hurt you. I will love you and only you. Now and forever. Nothing else." he continued stroking Frances' cheek. Then he brought his lips to the tip of her nose and gave her a very sweet kiss. "I will always love you, Frances."

He looked up at the sky again and smiled at it as he caressed the hair of the sleeping Frances. Moments later, Frances woke up violently and stood up without a word.

"Don't hurt me!" she seemed like a ghost in his violent action. She distanced herself violently from him.

"Frances..." he calmly promised. He also stood up and tried to reach for her hand.

For a moment it was also surprised by what happened. He was the one who found it instead of the supposed kidnapper. Frances' eyes widened.

She looked at him in surprise. “Jon, why are you here? Have you been kidnapped too? Did the kidnappers hurt you?” she asked him one after the other. It seemed that she was quickly overcome with surprise and approached him. A mixture of amazement and remembrance loomed. She also quickly hugged him. "Someone covered my mouth with a handkerchief and the next thing I knew was everything went black." Because of the fear of what was experienced in her voice.

Jon secretly smirked.

Frances broke away from the hug and stroked his cheek. They stared at each other. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she calmly said.

But he couldn't tear Frances away from her concern. He kissed her cheek.

"Come on Jon, let's run away." She constantly turns around all around.

He did not follow her but held her hand tightly. Then he caressed the back of Frances' palm.

Because of the emotion she showed, he smiled. "You don't really change, Frances. You're still the woman I ever loved before. You still remain adorable, sweetheart.”

He pressed his forehead against Frances's. Hhe smiled at him sweetly.

"I've always loved your Filipino accent," she complimented, "but we need to get out of here." Frances' eyes became alert again.

But he didn't pay attention to her fear of the supposed kidnapper. He folded their hands and re-pledged the broken pledge of their foreheads.

"We can stay like this," he stopped. He grabbed her cheek tenderly and he smiled sweetly. "We can be like this... longer, sweetheart."

But Frances frowned, disapproving of his sweetness in a situation where she thought they were in danger from the kidnapper's horror.

"Why are you like that in this situation? Aren't you worried?” she asked him worriedly.

He laughed softly. He didn't think his plan would be that effective. He gently poked her fingers to her palm.

"And you're still laughing that we were kidnapped at the same time?" its annoyance gradually prevailed.

But he didn't mind her annoyance. He only enjoyed annoying Frances more and more because every time she was annoyed, he found her even more cute.

He touched her cheek again. "No, sweetheart. Just calm down. Listen carefully, sweetheart," he said, smiling. He came a little closer to his wife, just a little bit before their bodies were touching. And Frances was like being hypnotized by his stares. His eyes were fixed on his talking eyes. He was waiting for his lips to touch Frances' lips. "Frances, I want you to know that I love you more than the world that could offer you. No matter what happens, I tell you that my heart beats only for you. You're so special to me, sweetheart. From the bottom of my heart through the last drop of the rain, you're the only one. You are my happiness. You are my everything, Frances Perez.”

“Wait. Why are you like that?” concern remained in her voice. "We can escape from here." She took his by the hand and folded their palms together. She didn't really know that he made only one plan.

"No. That's not what I want to convey to you," he proclaimed. He separated their hands. He smiled sparingly.

"Then what? Why did you act so weird as if you were saying goodbye?" she said. "I can't understand you," Frances continued.

And he didn't expect the tears from her eyes. Jony was amazed by her reaction. He thought he needed to stop his acting.

He smiled sweetly. He grabbed her cheek with his thumb and caressed it gently. He pressed his forehead against hers. He caressed her hair and he even kissed Frances sweetly while his eyes were closed.

"We were not kidnapped by kidnappers," he exactly said. He said that with his eyes closed. "It's just my plan to kidnap you. Surprise?” he continued.

Frances remained silent. It seems that what he said has not yet registered in her mind.

Frances closed her eyes. His hand was tightly around her neck. And as soon as his hand came down to touch her waist, she cried just then.

He smiled widely. "I planned it, sweetheart. It's our first anniversary. Did you remember it?” His thumb caressed his waist gently and he couldn't hold back his tears.

"Happy first anniversary, my sweetheart. We made it through this year and we knew that it will last forever," he continued. The tears in Jony's eyes could no longer be held back, they were flowing freely.

He wanted to hear her words but she didn't speak. Frances cried silently. He hugged his body and let the whole event become memorable at that moment.

He spoke again, "over the days we have overcome a lot, break up to break up, small dislikes, and countless things that seem to be the reason for us not to continue our love. But until now our relationship has remained strong and I know that we will be even stronger in the years to come. Frances, I want you to know that starting now and until forever, I will only love you. I will not trade you for anyone else. Remember that, huh? Just like before, I will take care of you each day of our lifetime. Frances, I will promise you.” His tears continued to flow. His eyes lingered on her eyes.

Frances just wanted to be silent. But his lips were willing to speak. "I'm speechless, Jon," she said.

He nodded. He understood her.

"You don't have to say something—any words. You are enough.” then he claimed her lips.

Jon kissed her in full of his love. He didn't want to let go of her lips. It was as if he just wanted their lips to touch all night.

As their lips met, he caught both of her hands. His lips loosened. He looked Frances in the eye and gently kissed the back of her palm. He smiled sweetly afterwards.

“Frances...”

"Jon..."