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Even until the two of them finished bathing, Max still chased Sara with the same question.

"I'm lost there, Max."

"Your eyes don't tell the truth."

Sara sighed resignedly, the man was not easily defeated. "I told you the fact, the first time I got lost and went into that strange room."

"When?" max asked to know.

"The first time I came here."

Max recalled, when he went in the morning, all his gym equipment was a little different from the original situation.

"How did you find him?"

"Inadvertently pressing the button."

Sara pursed her lips as Max laughed. "Why are you laughing?"

"You're funny, honey."

Those three words managed to shake his chest. Warm taste spread there with thousands of flowers scattered like a palace that is abundant in flowers.

When he realized there were still people below who he disliked so much, the happiness changed with a poignant laugh.

"Change your clothes, Max. You didn't do anything there."

"I'm with you, honey."

"By sleeping on the floor?"

"Yes, there's a lot of germs in there, so I have to clean up for my wife's sake."

Sara grunts dislikes. His mind was filled with the shadow of Anne - whom Alana thought she was, and she attributed Max's behavior to the woman's existence.

Who does not usually shower repeatedly in an hour, now the man did it. It must be because her lover is here, Sara thought.

"Say you want to be perfect in front of her."

Max smiled obliquely, he seemed to be able to read every expression Sara showed.

"Of course, you're my most beautiful wife, and to be with you, I have to look even more perfect."

"As far as you are. Close your eyes, I need to change."

"Jeez, you're still embarrassed. We shower together."

"It's different."

Max held back his laughter, he saw Sara turn her body over as well and opened the towel wrapped around her body.

The man deliberately cleared his throat to neutralize the suddenly gripping atmosphere for him. Although not shy anymore like the beginning of the marriage, still Sara still covered all parts of her body covered from Max.

And Max understands that. Their marriage was only the foundation for paying off Peter's debt, not without the love that Sara always alluded to him.

"Don't look, Max."

"Of course I didn't see it because you're going to show it straight to atone for your punishment, honey."

The last word he deliberately said slowly, wanting his wife to immediately turn around.

"Darling, is it over?"

He deliberately diverted the conversation to dampen the desire that mastered it. Didn't want to pounce on his wife who was still so innocent. Because in reality, Max deliberately covered his eyes with open fingers to peek at what Sara was doing.

"Not yet."

"Hurry up, you gotta put a shirt on for me."

"You're so impatient."

Sara sped up her movements, she forcefully pulled the zipper of the dress and unfortunately, it broke.

"Max, don't open your eyes!"

"What's going on?" tanyanya.

"Shut up!"

"You hurt?"

Sara did not reply, but Max could still see how the woman opened the dress and picked up another one.

"You can open your eyes now."

"Well?!" max shouted in surprise.

Currently he is very good at acting, maybe now he has to shift his profession to become an actor.

"Sorry, the zipper of the dress is broken, I'm wearing another one."

Putting on a sad pretend face again, Max helps Sara pull the zipper of the dress.

"It's a pity that the dress is perfect for you" she murmured to sound even more disappointed

"It's good that the fucking shirt is broken, I can't breathe."

"You're hot with that, honey. I picked it for you."

"What?!" Sara glared again. "It turns out you're a real pervert, Max. You bought me those sexy, shitty clothes. Good thing it just quickly ripped, I could have a reason to throw it away right now."

"What?!" Now it's Max's turn to glare at horror. "You should've given me a present for buying you a nice dress, honey. It's up to her quality, but it's your husband's gift."

Sara flicked her shoulders indifferently, she peeked at Max's cheek and moved away from there.

"Wear me a t-shirt, baby!"

"Wear it yourself! You're not a child!"

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"Why are you daydreaming so much today? Is something bothering you?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me."

"Do I look like I'm lying?"

"Obviously, you seem to be jealous too."

"I'm not jealous. He was yours from the beginning and I was just a substitute. Can't you let me go now?"

The joke turned serious. Sara's last words seemed to offend her.

"I've told you over and over again, honey. You're my wife and you'll stay that way forever. You forgot your promise?"

The woman was silent. He did make a sacred promise that night, but it did not come from his heart.

Forcedness and lack of love are the main reasons he does so. There was no way he would do it wholeheartedly while Peter's eyes and mouth continued to monitor him from the invitation seat.

"What about Alana?"

Max surprised. Didn't expect Sara to mention the name of the woman who still inhabited half her soul. Alana loves him, the woman who taught him things about relationships and who destroyed them in an instant.

The woman who had left him without a word and incised a deep wound in the depths of her heart, was now present again in the discussion between herself and the wife she married a few weeks ago.

"You know him?"

"Yes, the picture's in the drawer next to the bed."

Sighing in relief, Max pulled Sara in his arms. He knows he doesn't keep photos of Alana in any place.

And the photo that Sara saw at that time was herself and Anne who looked very friendly. New people who see it of course assume that the two are lovers.

"It turns out you're really jealous" said Max and kissed Sara's earlobes. "I like it."

"What do you mean?"

"I like that you're jealous, which means you've started playing your role as a wife who loves her husband."

"Max?" call Sara when Max's hand is out of control.

"Hm?"

"Get your hands off, I ...."

"Why? Don't cry anymore, you're gonna get ugly."

Sara wiped away the tears that had suddenly dripped. "Don't do it, there's your lover downstairs."

Unable to hold back her anxiety, Max held Sara and stabbed her in the bed. He kissed the woman's face brutally.

Somehow she feels now, which she is obviously happy because Sara mistook Anne for Alana.

"You're a freak, honey."

"Stop, Max. I can't breathe. You're infuriating!"

"I did it with my wife" Max said with a happy laugh.

"You're gonna let me go as soon as possible. Marry the woman, you love her."

"You know I love her?"

"You said it yourself, and the confession was."

"Geez, he's really something," muttered Max back kissing Sara's lips.

Satisfied with that, Max opened the drawer that Sara said and took the photo in question.

"Who told you her name was Alana?"

"Every time you get drunk, you say his name."

"And kiss you?" ask Max to make sure.

Sara nodded with her head lowered. He cursed his head that was very easy to move, like an automatic door that opened when there were people.

"Sorry for that."

"I don't have the right to take revenge on you."

The raucous voice holding back the woman's cry overturned Max's world. He feels very guilty. However, of course he would not say it directly. He shifted the subject.

"Watch this photo carefully. How do you conclude that we're lovers?" max looked at the chocolate bead.

"Fraight."

"Photos full of affection are not necessarily those lovers. Notice again, is there any resemblance there?"

Sara nodded because there the faces of the two were similar.

"What do you think you've come to any conclusions from him?"

A smile rose on his lips and nodded in response.

"I think that you are lovers, because according to parents, our soul mate is similar to us."

Max snorted, he rubbed Sara's hair gently and gave a kiss on her forehead for long.

"He's Anne, my sister. Are you still jealous?"

"I'm never jealous!"

"Then why did you run from there?"

"A-I .. I have a stomachache," he said.

"Don't lie to me, honey."

Kissing seems to have become a habit for both. Although still hesitant to start, Sara still could not resist as Max gently clasped her lips. Every debate the two are always covered by dessert a friendly kiss.

And it makes Sara's heart pump faster than usual.

Am I in love with my own husband?

"Anne's waiting for us, let's go down!"

"Why didn't you ever tell me you had a sister?"

"You didn't ask, I thought it wasn't important. But, I feel lucky because I know you love me."

"I don't love you!"

Can I love you?

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Love, though,

Xie Lu♡'s