Marrying Again for Revenge

Back to Seoul

"What kind of grudge do you have against the Martadinata family, to the extent that you want to help me get revenge?"

Stella opened the conversation after she and Kevin kept quiet for a while. They are currently eating breakfast at a fine restaurant in central London.

Like Stella's request to eat European food, and Kevin agreed. For Stella, eating at a fancy restaurant like this is something new, but not for Kevin. Kevin is used to it and almost every time he eats in a fancy place like this.

"My brother, my only sister died at their hands. And I can't accept it, let alone let go of her!!" Kevin clenched his hand. His heart was back in pain every time he remembered the events of 5 years ago.

"You have an older brother, and he died at the hands of the Martadinata family?" Kevin nodded. "How can you?"

"It's a long story, next time I'll tell you. Finish your breakfast, and then we'll go to the airport. One more hour we have to go back to Korea."

"This fast? It's only been one night here, and you haven't taken me to some of the city's iconic places. Tomorrow or the day after, just last night. Please," Stella begged Kevin.

The man shook his head. "Can't, because the purpose of us coming here is not to go for a walk let alone have fun. There's still a lot of work to be done in Seoul anyway, so next time!!"

Stella grieves bitterly. Did all the rich people just cause it like Kevin? And if only their relationship had been better than this, Stella would have been whining and forcing her to stay another night or two.

But unfortunately they are not that intimate, despite being husband and wife and having sex several times. Stella still did not dare to impose her will on Kevin.

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The plane takes off. the more it rises, the wheels are no longer grounded on earth. On the plane were Kevin and Stella. They commute by private plane, which makes them more free and their privacy awake.

Stella sat in the middle row seat of the plane, near the window. Seeing the contents of the earth's surface getting smaller, the clouds occasionally block his view. The higher and higher. The sea looks so blue with some flickering water exposed to the sun this afternoon, contrasting with the green color of the land.

Stella was so amazed, how intelligent humans can create tools to fly. He did not think, this plane is very heavy, not to mention plus passengers. But why float in the air? Really sophisticated.

He looked at the person next to him. Who else if not Kevin, he was sitting upright with his hands folded in front of his chest. His eyes were closed behind his sunglasses.

Stella looked at him, her inner voice saying 'It was only a few minutes that she had fallen asleep, suck!'

Suddenly Kevin's eyes opened his sunglasses and looked back at Stella. The woman was surprised, she thought that if Kevin really slept, it was just to close his eyes.

"Why?" kevin was confused.

Stella shakes. "Ah. ti-no," it's a little ambiguous and misbehavior. Stella had just been caught staring at Kevin silently.

"Oh," Kevin put his glasses back on and his sitting position back like that, leaning with both hands in front of his chest. Stella was grieving, she looked back out the window.

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Linger looking out the window makes Stella a bit dizzy. He tried to sleep for a while until they arrived in Seoul.

Stella's head during sleep couldn't stay upright like Kevin does now. Every time he almost fell asleep, his head must have been whizzing around until it collided with the window of the plane.

She looked at her husband with annoyance. Probably more envious. Why is Kevin sleeping that calm, and he's not? Is it possible because Kevin is used to it and he's only been on an airplane for the second time?

Stella shook her hand in front of Kevin. And he showed no meaningful reaction. He stays that way. Looks like Kevin's been good.

Stella was already beginning to feel an incredible drowsiness. He began to close his eyes, and as usual his head was whizzing again and..

Stella's head successfully landed on Kevin's right shoulder, because he was too sleepy, he did not care how his position now.

While Kevin whose shoulder was used as a pillow by Stella, his head fell on the woman's head due to a fairly hard impact between his shoulder and Stella's head. Eventually their heads lay on Kevin's shoulders without the two of them noticing.

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The plane took off. Kevin woke up from his sleep, he felt his right shoulder a bit heavy then glanced at him. There's Stella over there.

Seeing Stella sleep so soundly made Kevin could not bear to wake her. And finally he decided to lift the woman's body without intending to wake her up.

A very moving view. The servants were dumbfounded by what their Master was doing. Because it's the first time they've seen Kevin who's known to be so cold can be that intimate with women.

But for those who have worked for him for a long time, it is certainly not something new. Because Kevin used to do it often to his late wife who died in an accident.

"Why are you holding me?" Stella asked between conscious and unconscious, as her eyes were still tightly closed. "Have we arrived?" Say again.

"Hm,"

"I must be heavy huh, sorry to bother you." His words were full of regret.

"You can make up for it later, please settle me in bed!!"

Stella punches Kevin in the chest and clucks. What made this cold man so slightly perverted?! "You pervert!!" Both of her eyes were so hard to open, Stella was really sleepy and tired. The woman fell asleep again in Kevin's arms.

After laying Stella in her room. Kevin went to his study because there was something important he had to talk about with Leon, his personal assistant as well as the person who had been his right hand.

"How's your investigation going over the past few days? Did you find out who the original painter of the painting was?"

"Already, Sir. But the information I got was still confusing, because many claimed to be and claimed that the painting was theirs." Obviously Leon.

"Find out and find the painter as soon as possible."

Leon nodded. "Good, Sir."

"All right, you can go."

Kevin is searching for a mysterious painter whose work he bought from an auction in Sweden several years ago, a painting that reminds him of an old friend. A friend who met him accidentally in a hospital.

Kevin was blinded as a teenager by an accident that killed his parents. Only he and his brother survived.

And it was during her treatment that she met a mysterious little girl that even her own face Kevin had never seen.

The little girl asked permission to paint it and Kevin allowed it. The painting had been lost because it was stolen, and he finally found it again last year at an auction in Sweden. Kevin himself had no idea how the painting got there.

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Seriate.