After breakfast, Alexander took me home.
Just as we reached the front door, my boss called.
He wanted me to go on another business trip!
Didn't he know I had just started enjoying a honeymoon-like night?
After hanging up the phone, I looked at Alexander with guilt. "You might have to sleep alone for a while."
"I have to go on a business trip."
Alexander sighed deeply.
He then opened the door and walked into the room.
"How long will it be?"
I whispered, "Two weeks."
He turned and went inside the room.
Just when I thought he was angry and was about to go in and comfort him, I saw him pull out a pink suitcase from the corner.
He neatly folded a few of my regular outfits and placed them into the suitcase.
After that, he walked to my vanity table.
The morning sunlight streamed over his profile and the bones of his fingers.
At that moment, all his distance faded, and he quietly stood there.
He placed my skincare products into the makeup bag, following the order I use them in.
I was momentarily stunned.
He then picked up a black bottle and looked at me. "Isabella, this one is almost empty."
I was caught off guard. "Oh, it's fine. I'll just buy another one when I get there."
He pulled a new box from the drawer, unwrapped it, and said, "Then take this new one with you."
When did he buy this?!
I slowly walked over to him and poked his waist. "When did you start caring so much about me?"
He lowered his head, placing the jar of cream into the makeup bag and zipping it up.
"Since the day I married you."
I pouted, pressing harder on his waist.
"Back then, you said you didn't like me."
"Then you married me anyway."
"And after the wedding, you acted like you didn't want to get close to me."
"Are you sure you like me, or are you just trying to get back at me?"
He caught my hand, sighing deeply. "I don't know how to interact with girls, and I certainly don't know how to win your favor."
"Based on my instincts and what I know about you, if I showed my love right after we got married, you'd most likely be scared off."
"And then you'd run overseas, and I'd have to wait seven years again."
"Seven years isn't a matter of whether I can wait, it's that life doesn't have many seven-year stretches."
"Life isn't too long, and I really want you to stay with me."
"Marrying you was a decision I made to spend the rest of my life with you."
My eyes tingled a little, and I gently nodded.
"Alexander, then why did you reject my confession seven years ago?"
"Isabella, I have my own pride too."
"Forget everything else, but back then, you didn't truly like me, did you?"
Indeed, at that time, I hadn't intended to start a long-lasting love.
I gazed into his eyes, speaking softly, "Alexander, I'm sorry."
He shook his head, pulling me into a tender embrace.
His voice, gentle, came from above my head: "Isabella, it's okay. Just… don't think about divorcing me in the future."
I felt my heart tremble.
"Darling, let's live a good life together from now on."
"I'll make up for the seven years I owe you..."
He moved back slightly, his voice carrying a smile, "Oh? Are you trying to kill me?"
Ahhhhhh!
In broad daylight, what is he even saying?!
When I saw the strange look in his eyes, I immediately stopped him.
"No, no, don't come closer! I have to go to the airport now."
He suppressed the desire in his eyes and helplessly placed a kiss on my forehead.
"Then I'll wait for you to come back."
