SOLEDADS

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I never thought the first meeting would be like that. Sara smiled wryly, laughing at her fate that was so pitiful. He glanced at Max who was driving, the man had not spoken since.

Maybe he was thinking of revenge, Sara thought. Whether Sara is overthinking or indeed she is too worried about Max, deep down Sara does not want Max to do so.

Sara wants Max to stop dangerous thoughts and deeds.

Even if Thompson hurt her mind, Sara wouldn't let the old man hurt her physically.

"Max, what else are we supposed to do? I was bored every time I was in a hotel room" Sara said.

The man in blue became shocked and even braked the car in shock.

"What are you doing, Max?! Don't play with life, I don't want to die!" Sara shouted as her body staggered forward despite the seatbelt holding back.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

Sara neutralized her heartbeat and exhaled many times. "I want a vacation. Stephen's not after us anymore, is he?"

Max is silent for a moment, and Sara waits impatiently hoping Max agrees to her request. But reality is always not in accordance with the expectations.

"Thompson's boys are watching our moves, honey. It's their sphere of power, we better go back to Madrid and talk about this again, okay?"

Sara pursed her head, she nodded though not wholeheartedly. "Don't you have that 'Wolf Conqueror' friend?"

"He's not easily persuaded, honey. He's just a naughty boy who likes to play around" Max shook his head, rejecting Sara's proposal.

Not wanting to argue more with Max, Sara chose silence. But in his heart he hopes to release stress with activities to conquer nature. And very coincidentally, they passed the beach road.

Looking at the vast expanse of the ocean, made the soul of adventurer Sara flutter. The chocolate beads sparkle. Playing sea water can relieve stress.

Let the feeling be ambyar, but the spirit must be bar-bar. A line of messages from Claire returned to his memory, and it really aroused the spirit of his bars.

"Morning sun is good for the skin, Max. Let's sunbathe, we're near the beach."

"Blooding or soaking?" max asked with raised lips, mocking the alibi Sara made.

Sara made a chuckle. He knows what Max means. "Did you often stalk me long before we got married?"

Max smiled again, and opened his wife's seatbelt. "There's nothing wrong with that, honey. I want to know your habits and understand your desires."

And that sentence stopped Sara from opening the car door. He looked back at Max flatly and flicked his lips.

"You've been keeping me home all this time, Max!"

Max is innocent. "Nobody can stop me. I'm the boss" he said with a puffed up chest.

Sara got out of the car upset. Max knows his habits and hobbies but still limits his movements by locking up in the mansion. The reason cliche is the cause. Ridiculous, possessive annoying.

Followed by a smiling Max looking at his wife's attitude that returned to how it was. He had no experience comforting a grieving woman, for his habit of being sad was simply to vent anger and disappointment at the lives of his enemies.

Sara went to the beach with her face bent, although the breeze of the morning hit her beautiful face gently. Max followed with small steps, and someone approached with a swimming gear.

"This is what you need, Senor."

The handsome man in charge of supervising, gave away a number of items that Max had been told to prepare since last night. Max did deliberately take the coastal path, and it turned out as expected. Sara asked to soak in the sea.

"You always have a good guess on target, Senor." Alex smiled faintly watching the woman standing by stretching her hands across the white sand, challenging the sun's shadowy rays.

The blue bead narrowed with a ruckus thrown from his lips. "That means my ability has not decreased," he said arrogantly. "Have you eaten?"

Alex shakes. And that made Max sigh in annoyance. "You have to love your body, Alex. Appreciate the time, make the best use of it so you know that your life is fun."

The owner of the ash bead chuckled softly. "It's more fun than anything, Senor."

"Woman I mean," said Max, who made Alex swallow a rough saliva.

"That's annoying."

Max raises his eyebrows teasingly. "The pretty girl you were with at that bar? Nice bar-bar girl isn't it?"

Alex did not respond making Max pat her on the shoulder. "You can make your choice now. I'm happy with Sara."

Then Max goes and leaves Alex who snatches the upset in his place. "Ck, women are just annoying creatures, bullies and like to organize. It's up to you to make fun of me, Senor."

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"You like it?"

"Hm."

Max accompanied him to play in the sea. The man sometimes went surfing to a large choppy area.

"I don't think you can do that, Max."

"Not new, my dear. The agent is in charge of completing light work like this."

Sara smiled in amazement at the style of Max who managed to penetrate the big waves before her with a surfboard. Adding the plus value of her husband in her heart, Sara liked men who had the ability to conquer nature.

Wolves are included in it, and now exercising in the water becomes an amazing sight, even more beautiful than the waves that chase and race to reach the mainland. Sara's eyes didn't come out of there.

Waitie? I don't seem to have misheard you, agent?

The waves sometimes make his hearing disturbed. But Sara was confident in her hearing this time.

"What do you mean by agent, Max? I didn't hear wrong, did I?"

Max chuckled and approached his wife. He made the surfboard a pillow and put his head on it.

"You don't know anything about me, honey. You want to hear a classic?"

"If you're willing to tell it, of course I will."

Sara pursed her lips and it made Max anxious and kissed his wife's lips.

"I used to work as a CIA agent."

"Eh?" Sara looked surprised. "You're serious?"

"No, just the origin of the talk."

Sara rolled her eyeballs. "Ck, braggart."

"Playing on the sea is only a small part of the agent's great task. Of course with regular training and hard struggle. I lasted only five years and resigned, '" Max said.

"Why?"

"There's a more important task than that."

"What's that?"

"Duty to marry you."

Sara's face flushed red, happy but also upset that Max took the opportunity to kiss her again.

"So how old are you now?" Sara is curious, until now she does not know and sometimes does not care about the age of Max. But from now on, Sara wants to know.

"You think?"

Without a second thought, Sara said, "Fourty years? You look old."

Max rolled his eyeballs holding back the upset. As old as Sarah looked at him, forty years?

"Am I that old?"

"So how old are you?"

"Thirty-five."

Sara had a long chuckle that made Max again strangled. "That's the same as forty. Only five fingers of the right hand can reach forty."

The woman's laughter was very irritating in Max's ears but she was relieved to hear it. At least Sara's forgotten about Thompson's every word.

Until Sara feels her stomach cramp, she stops and goes back to asking Max's past story.

"How old were you when you first became an agent?"

"Maybe you're your age right now."

"25?"

"Very young, isn't it?" Max grinned thinly, so thin that Sara didn't notice it.

"No," Sara said without understanding the question and Max's laughter made her frown. "Why are you laughing?"

"That means you're not young anymore either, Sara. Twenty-five years is not young anymore, is it?"

Consciously, Sara gulped down a rough saliva. Feeling trapped by his own statement. "Boxxx!!!"

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Sorry yes, I just finished this one story so it's taken. Don't be upset yaa😘😘😘