During lunch, Cayenne took a picture of together with Stefan and posted it in her social media account. Given that she was gaining fame and lots of followers, as soon as she posted it, many people reacted to her post and placed their comments online. Words or envy, support, love and other comments were expressed right below her post but Cayenne didn't say anything.

  She's posting for her fans who wanted to know about her life with Stefan and her whole family. As for those who hates her, she didn't care.

  And since it's a short vacation specially prepared for her, Cayenne didn't worry about anything. After lunch, as soon as they got inside their room, she said that she wanted to swim, Stefan immediately opened the bag he brought and it contained her personal belongings.

  He was well-prepared and made sure that everything that she would need was placed inside the bag. She's got more things than him.

  "You're swimming with me, right?" Cayenne asked while taking off her clothes.

  "Of course. There's no way I'd let you go there without me." He replied while boldly staring at his wife. "You still look sexy even though you like to eat."

  "It's thanks to my great metabolism. If not, I wouldn't dare eat a lot."

  Stefan approached her and placed his warm hand on her stomach. "Your stomach is really flat."

  "Do you want me to get fat?"

  "It doesn't matter if you're fat or not. I only need you and no one else."

  She blushed from his answer and had no idea what to say. She pouted her lips instead and turned around to face her back on him. Unexpectedly, Stefan bent down and placed a kiss on the base of her spine. It was so sudden that she trembled from the inexplicable feeling which was rushing all over her body.

  "There." Stefan rubbed his thumb on her back. "People will see my mark."

  She closed her eyes at his possessiveness before opening it up to look back at him. "Did you think I'd show my body to anyone?"

  "Either you flaunt your body or not, it's your decision. And to leave a mark on you or not is my decision."

  She couldn't stop herself from sighing while she shakes her head in disbelief. "Alright. Stop declaring your sovereignty. No one will take me away from you."

  "Who knows? Many people like to covet what's mine. And you're sexy, smart, pretty, kind, honest, patient, stud-"

  "Okay. S-stop…stop saying anything. Don't say anything anymore." The blush which was slowly fading earlier has appeared on her face once again and it was even deeper.? "I get it."

  Stefan grinned and pulled her to him as they both fell on the bed. "I don't want to go out now."

  "Eh? Why? I want to go for a swim."

  "Let's stay like this for a while."? Stefan cuddled her on the bed, just listening to the beats of their hearts silently.

  Ten minutes later, he finally let go of her and told her to continue whatever it was that she needed to do while he went out to talk to the bodyguards.

  Cayenne watched him leave the room with a frown on her face. "Did he forget something?" she wanted to ask and at the same time, she didn't want to. "Well, whatever."

  She put on some sunscreen to protect her skin but since she couldn't reach her back, she waited for her husband. Instead of wearing a two-piece swimsuit, she decided to go for shorts and bra. It was a lot better and she felt that it was a good choice.

  Not long after, Stefan came back and helped her put on some sunscreen on her back. He looked calm and relax which made her confirm that her husband has forgotten something so important.

  Not long after, the two of them left the room and went to swim at the large pool. There weren't many guests during this time since it's Friday. Most of the people should be working or studying at this point. They just got the privilege of time in their hands.

  Cayenne and Stefan enjoyed their time together in the pool. They met some guests who were actually her fans and she spent a little bit of time to talk with them. Of course, being the understanding husband, Stefan didn't stop her from doing so. He stayed by her side and sometimes, her fans would ask him few questions as well.

  Knowing that they were spending some quality time together, the other guests didn't take so much of their time and walked away to play with their other friends.

  "I didn't know I'd be this popular." Cayenne commented while watching the leaving figures of her fans.

  "I didn't expect it either. Before, we were so worried about people discovering your identity. Who would've thought that many people will warmly accept you? If I had known, I wouldn't disguise you whenever we went out."

  "Well, we had a wrong start and our relationship was very complicated. I don't even know or recall how we develop to this stage. It felt so sudden and surreal."

  "That's the same for me. I don't know how I got the courage to confess my feelings and embrace the changes. It seems like a dream."

  The two of them looked at each other with wide eyes and in unison, they both pinched each other's cheek.

  "It's not a dream, right?" both of them asked at the same time and they both shook their head as well. Noticing their weird behavior, the two of them burst out laughing from being silly.

  "This isn't a dream." Cayenne wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face on the crook of his neck and shoulders. "Warm. Just like your love for me."

  Stefan hugged her despite the number of people watching them. "Your love is warmer."

  "Honey?"

  "Did you forget something today?"

  "Nope."

  "Really?" Cayenne bit his shoulder when he said no.

  "I'm pretty sure I didn't forget anything." Stefan insisted. "Why? Is there anything that I you know but I don't?"

  "Nothing." Cayenne smiled to clear the sadness on her face. She was disappointed but she could also understand that he has forgotten the date of their monthsary because he's busy. "I'm happy that we're together today." Cayenne added. 'That's right. I should be happy that we're together. I should be happy that he's fine and healthy right by my side……' Cayenne thought to herself while looking at her husband tenderly.