Chapter 4

We left from the hosuse right away after the maids helped me pack some pair of my clothes. If I were to calculate how long have we traveled before arriving by the said place for the honeymoon, it's three hours straight. I didn't throw querries to him since we left that's why I did not epect tha we'd head on a private resort. 

The only thing I could manage to do was to part my lips and it could part forever after I knew that he already plotted the reservations for rooms and all acivities one could do in the resort. Like Wren was really sure that he would bring me here sucessfully.

It sounded frustrated for me because I accepted the honeymoon like I was an obedient partner, how exaggerating of me. But everything's now fixed, I could do nothing but to go along. Wishing this honeymoon would only last for a day. 

As Wren followed the staff of the Inn to guide us to our room, I was also tailing him from behind. My eyes were stained on his large back. Suddenly, I bumped him that I almost fell. 

He turned around and looked at me worriedly. "Are you okay?"

I nodded and did not mind how my forehead ached a bt. "Yes."

The staff looked at us, not being contented on how my husband showed concern. I was aware that she knew that we're both in a relationsip. People here might know the man with me was the rich businessman who recently got maried. I better stop being too conscious of whatever would people think of us. 

Because Wren's carefree of it. He wouln't care, he would not mind the marriage, he'd not care about me as her wife in the eyes of the others. It's a bit bitter on my side.

"Here's your room, Ma'am and Sir. Enjoy your vacation," she politely handed the key to Wren. "You could just give us a call in case emergency issues occurs or if you ever need something." 

"We're fine, thank you." And she left us after Wren thanked her. I only smiled at the staff as my gratitude and entered the room first before Wren would. My heart was racing, maybe because I became nervous and anxious of this honeymoon. Plus, it's with Wren. Sometimes, I was thinking that it would be more light and comfortable if I'd marry another guy even though we'd both go on a honeymoon. Because going with Wren seemed too different and uneasy for me. 

His impact's too heavy that it could make me overthink a lot of fantasies and expectations. Because compared to another guy I'd rather live with, Wren's on the other level because I like this man, I love him, I have feelings for him.

And it's hard to hide it now that we're together. It would be hard to pretend like how he is. I wanted to look fair in front of this man.

I put my things in the closet and saw him, leaning over the headboard of the bed as his jaw got emphasized when he looked as the ceiling. I flinched when his gaze simply slid to my direction. 

"Where do you want to go? Do you want to eat first before the rest?" he suggested, his breaths were relaxed. "I could recommend you some seafood dishes you might want to try. Or are you allergic to it?"

If my lips were parting earlier, i'ts pursing now. It's my way to cover the butterflies in my stomach who wanted o fly out of with voice and squeal. 

Could he stop the act of being too sweet or what?

I am weak, Wren.

I'm weak in some cases.

I sighed. "I lost my appetite."

"How about we drink?"

"It's too early for that, I'd serve my drinking session later at night." He shut himself and I imagined him nodding like an understanding talker. 

"I'll drink with you."

I faked a nice chuckle. "Don't mind me, enjoy the honeymoon you plotted and I'd enjoy the fact that I went here with you."

He got up from the bed and attracted my eyes to look at him, walking toward me and he finally leaned on the closet. "Does your plan to enjoy by yourself justify the honeymoon? Will that be a honeymoon?"

I shrugged and prevented to look on his half-eyed look on me like he's disappointed or looking mysterious. "Of course, I agreed going with you because that ends my gratitude for your concern to me. Since you wanted an exchange in behalf of your concern, I am here with you."

He huffed as he showed his lopsided smirk at me, that smirk seemed like a smirk who called a kiss. "I want to spend our honeymoon. Not just mine, but yours."

"Fine?" I smiled and marched away with my sunhat. "I will spend our honeymoon but I prefer being by myself. See you later, I'll drink the night with you."

He let me close the door but before I shut him inside the room, his stained eyes on me made me feel uncomfortable. 

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I decided to distract myself by learning how to surf across the smooth and patterned waves that were reaching the beach. The sun was too perfect and hot above the clear blue sky, enough to complete the summer vibe of this day.

I finished one successful surf after learning it for an hour. I sure was a fast learner for that but it was never easy. The water might be cold to refreshen me but the balancing of the board exhausted me. 

I sat under a huge umbrella and watched how the surfer tried teaching the other learner. She was a good mentor as well. 

I never saw him since I left our room. And that was my intention, to avoid Wren so we could not be together. Every time I think that we were here, I could not stop thinking that I am having fun with him and I am being sincerely happy for it. 

I was inticrate. I wanted to feel happy and in love because he's finally here by my side but there was the side of me to not let those feelings strike me. I could not handle the thought of loving him even though he's not the same. That I was the happy one in the marriage. 

That's why I was trying to hate the marriage itself, I was showing that I care less on our relationship so that's what Wren would interpret. So he would think that we're not into more things as a couple. So the other people would see the two of us like that. I didn't want them to pity me knowing I took the chance of marrying him in behalf of the business deal because I love him. I did't wish to look shallow and one who deserved sympathy. 

I guess it's better to become intricate after all. 

When I decided to leave the surfing area, my feet led me to the speedboats so I could enjoy myself, wandering in the middle of the blue water as I'd drive it with joy. My feet stopped when two women seemed to call me. I thought they've mistaken me as a handler of the speedboats but it looked like they're familiarizing me.

"Hello there, young woman. Are you with someone today?" the woman in her 30s asked. "Or you cared riding the boat by yourself. Do you want us to go with you?"

"Oh, I am thankful for your offer but I am fine by myself," I replied kindly. 

The older one was entertained by my proper tone. "You will surely be fine by yourself. Then that would be a relief."

I smiled and nodded at them. "Yes, thank you."

But they silently stared at me and shared glances like they're familiarizing me. Am I suppose to leave? I mean, I think it's better to leave them now.

"May I ask you? Anyway, we are not tryng to pry on your personal informations but are you not married? In case you're actually in a honeymoon here today."

Oh no. I wanted to answer them because silence meant yes. But something seemed to block my lips from moving. My throat lost the voice I needed.

I regretted looking away from them. "I am sorry but that's something I canno---"

"Aren't you the wife of the young businessman across the town? The holder of the late company?"

I stepped backward, as if I was escaping from them. They did recognize who I was!

"I was just---"

I flinched when suddenly, two tight hands gripped on my arms from behind. Then, I saw two shadows over the sand where I was standing. But the other one wasn't mine at all. 

"I am very sorry to leave you here for so long, Kian," a low but consoling voice said from behind. The women were left surprised but my reaction was doubled. 

He called me Kian.

"Shall we head back or ride the boat?" he asked and I was still looking the women. 

"Oh, my apologies to leave my wife with you out here, Ma'am?"

"O-Oh, that wasn't a problem to us at all. It was fun meeting your wife, Sir!" 

"We better head back and not interrupt your honeymoon then."

"Thank you," Wren replied as we heard them giggle from afar. 

"Are they really married?"

"See? That's what I've heard from my husband's friend who attended the wedding yesterday!"

"But something feels so off between them."

"Shh, it's because they were just married out of business and deals."

My attention was stuck from their obvious gossips. It didn't seem so offensive at all. Because they thought none among Wren and I was sincere. 

That's what I wanted from the people's eyes. And what I wanted Wren to notice. 

"Where should we go?" he asked as he held my shoulders.

I pursed my lips. "I want to ride the speedboat."