There weren't that many people in the golf club that day. Cayenne got to enjoy the cool breeze of the surrounding which was accompanied by the serene atmosphere.

  When they reached their destination, Stefan got out of the car and stretched his hand for her to take. Such gentleman caught the eye of the other ladies present in the field.

  "There's a booth upstairs where audience can stay and have refreshment. Would you like to go there?" he told his wife, making sure that she'll be enjoying this very short trip with him.

  "No. I want to play first."

  "Alright. As you wish."? Stefan led her to the group where his grandfather was and asked someone to borrow a golf club from someone since they didn't have their own. "Feel the grip of the material. See if it suits your taste or not."

  Cayenne chuckled hearing his words. He looked so serious and uptight like a coach who was teaching a student. "I am not trying to be a pro player. As long as I can hit the ball, it's fine for me."

  "Oh." Stefan scratched the back of his nape and smiled. "I didn't think it that way. Anyway, let's just borrow this club for a while."

  "So, what's next?"

  "Let's go over there."

  Stefan served as a coach to her, showing her how to play golf and explaining the rules to her to make sure that she gets the gist of the game.

  "Ferdinand, your grandson is very gentle with his woman. He's very different from you and Magnus."

  "I treated my wife gently, too when she was still alive." Ferdinand retorted in an instant. "She was just always jealous and a little coward."

  "Didn't you make her feel jealous on purpose?"

  "Of course not."

  "Liar! I still remember –" their conversation faded in Magnus' head. He couldn't seem to hear them anymore because his mind was pulled back to when he was still with Leticia. He knew it was wrong to keep her as a mistress. He knew that he shouldn't have done that because she won't be truly happy. He cheated on his legal wife and he hurt the person that he loved the most. He tried getting both but, in the end, he gained no one. Even his son despised him so much.

  Magnus walked away from his father's company and decided to watch them play. His ears picked up Cayenne's laughter and he couldn't stop himself from smiling while watching his son and his daughter-in-law. 'You are right, Uncle Zhang. Stefan's a very different person from us. He knew how to take care of his wife and pamper her.' Magnus thought while watching the two of them play golf on their own.

  "It's my turn now." Cayenne took another ball and swung her club to hit it. She didn't swing it with strong force but just enough to make the ball fly to her goal.

  The game they were playing wasn't like those official matches that players play. Stefan set a goal for her to reach and if she could, she can ask anything from him. There was a man standing not far from them, checking if Cayenne's hit would make it to the goal that Stefan set for her.

  She had tried several times. Sometimes, the ball would fly several meters away from the goal and sometimes, it wouldn't just reach the goal at all. She needed to use the right amount of force and estimate the distance to make sure that she would get it.

  "I'm sweaty already." Cayenne mumbled after hitting the 7th ball in front of her. "Can't you make it a little closer? That goal is too far."

  "No. That's the nearest goal already." Stefan retorted while taking out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her forehead. "If you can reach it, you can ask anything from me and you can do anything as well. I won't argue or disagree with you."

  "Well, I don't remember us arguing." Cayenne mentioned which was true. Stefan nodded his head in agreement but he still didn't change his mind.

  Cayenne bent down a little and bit her lips while looking at the 8th ball in front of her. She closed her eyes and prayed to hit the target and reached the goal this time. She didn't want to play anymore. It's not because she was tired or she didn't like the game but she started to feel uncomfortable with the other women looking at her husband. She's irritated.

  As soon as the club hit the ball, Cayenne's eyes never left the flying item until it fell on the ground. The man who was assigned to see if she had reached her goal jumped up and happily with the ball in hand. Then, he ran towards Cayenne and Stefan.

  "You have reached the goal this time, Mrs. Dumrique." the man said and handed the ball with a smile. "Congrats."

  "Uh……hahaha Thank you." Cayenne laughed faintly with an embarrassed expression. "It's just my husband's goal for me." Cayenne added.

  "Ah?" The man looked confused and when he looked towards Stefan, he received a playful wink from him. "Oh. I see." He just discovered something.

  Apparently, Stefan didn't tell Cayenne the rules and regulations of the Club. If you are new in the club and if you want to get a membership you needed to reach the goal that Cayenne had been trying to. If you can't then, there is no membership for you. Either by luck or by talent, as long as you can reach it, you will get the membership.

  The other ladies there were also trying to reach this goal but wasn't able to do it yet. Seeing Cayenne have done it after 8th rounds, they couldn't stop the envy from sprouting in their heart.

  'Hmp! She's only lucky!'

  'It's because she's got a great teacher.'

  'If my coach is as handsome as him, I'll do my best to.'

  They have different thoughts about Cayenne but the subject of their topic - when presented with the membership card, she refused it without any hesitation.

  "I came to accompany my grandpa and my husband. I won't be playing golf again because it tires me out so, I'm sorry but I won't accept the card."

  The other ladies were gritting their teeth from so anger. They just couldn't believe that she refused something that other worked so hard for.

  Noticing their gaze, Stefan took the membership card and gave it to Cayenne. "Just take it. Don't you know that many people want to have this card. They like to flaunt it to their friends. You can do the same." Stefan made sure to say the words loudly, letting those other ladies hear his words.

  "I'm not like them……" Cayenne responded.