I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Since last night, Paul didn't smile at all. He looked upset and annoyed because, again, he would be left alone in London, as the boss and Linda were going to Luxembourg to carry out an assignment given by Professor Gilbert. 

"Don't be mad, Paul, we were only away for three weeks. You don't have to worry either, because I'm in the same room with Anne," Linda said quietly, trying to calm Paul down for the umpteenth time. 

"I'm not angry. I'm just annoyed that you always go abroad during semester breaks like this. Shouldn't you be on vacation instead of doing assignments like this? Especially when you have to go abroad and you almost always do that once every six months," answered Paul in annoyance. He couldn't cover up his mistakes because Linda always left him every time he was off from college and Paul felt a little afraid if Linda left him. 

Paul felt that if Linda went abroad, he was afraid that Linda would meet another man and leave him. Although Linda has repeatedly emphasized that she had not done anything suspicious because she was always with Anne wherever she went when she was abroad, still, Paul was always jealous and angry when Linda had to go abroad. Paul was afraid that Linda would meet another man who was more established and more handsome than himself, who was only the manager of Anne's flower shop. 

"We really have to leave because of Professor Gilbert's assignment and our schedule is very detailed while we are abroad, so you don't have to worry, Paul," added Linda again. 

Paul was silent. He scratched his head that didn't itch. His bickering with Linda like this always happened every time Linda went abroad, even though they didn't really fight. Anne, who just sat watching the fight between her employee and her best friend, just smiled. She was no longer angry when Linda and Paul had a fight. Anne now gave the two lovers a chance to understand each other, because Anne knew their fight was just a small fight triggered by the fear of losing each other, not because of other problems like a third person. 

After arguing with Paul for almost an hour, the lovers finally got back together. They were even cooking together in the pantry because Anne was starving. Not long after that, in the living room, there were grilled chicken that Paul had made earlier, and salad and fries with soda that had just been taken out of the refrigerator. As she lived in the same apartment building as Linda and Paul, Anne always spent her time in Linda and Paul's apartment unit. She had never even cooked since she lived in the same building as the couple. Anne gave Linda the money for shopping so that Linda could cook for her. So every day, Anne always ate at Linda and Paul's place, despite the fact that Paul cooked more often for them because it turned out that Paul's cooking was much better than theirs. After finishing all the delicious food that Paul made, Anne then said goodbye to the hosts to return to her room which was one floor above the floor of Linda and Paul's room.

"Poor boss," Paul said quietly as he watched Anne walk into the elevator.

"Yeah, I know, she hasn't completely forgotten about Jack until now," Linda answered softly, responding to her lover's words.

"Is there no one on campus who approaches her, Linda?" asked Paul curiously.

"Many, many young men tried to reach her heart. But you know how cold Anne is, even if a thousand men would approach her, when she didn't respond, they would slowly back away. I feel sorry for Anne sometimes, but what can I do when she doesn't want to wake up from that nightmare. Anne always thought that Jack was still alive, even though it was clear that the police who handled the events two years ago emphasized that it was impossible for humans to survive such cold weather in the middle of the sea," answered Linda quietly with sad eyes, looking at Anne who now disappeared behind the elevator. 

Paul took a deep breath. He recalled the incident 2 years ago when the police declared Jack really dead. The cheerful Anne turned 360 degrees. There was no smile or laugh from Anne for almost a month, until finally Linda tried her best to bring Anne's laughter back by taking her to an amusement park to ride various extreme rides. Linda asked Anne to let go of all her feelings by screaming as loud as she could while riding the rides, and Linda's plan worked. After returning from the entertainment venue, Anne gradually began to talk and finally she returned to normal, even though she kept her distance from other men. Anne made an ice palace inside of her that no one could break down, because day by day the thickness of the walls of the ice palace was getting stronger. 

Since it was getting late, Paul took Linda to rest. The next morning, Linda and Anne had to be at the airport to leave for Luxembourg as Professor Gilbert had scheduled. Anne also immediately laid down on her bed when she arrived in the room. On her bed side, there was a picture of herself and Jack set in York Minster where they tied the knot. The only photo she had because Jack had sent it to Erick before his cell phone went missing in the English Channel. 

Meanwhile, in David Clarke's residence, Alan's black Ferrari car was seen entering the yard. Alan and his assistant Nicholas managed to escape from Adriana at Brandon Rex's wedding reception, after several of Brandon's bodyguards helped Alan and Nicholas by detaining Adriana.

"They're really vicious," Nicholas said quietly as he got out of Alan's favorite car. 

Alan smiled faintly at Nicholas' words. He hadn't spoken since returning from Brandon Rex's party. He suddenly felt very chaotic. It was a very foreign feeling. Nicholas, who was taking the coat off him, finally realized that something was wrong with Alan. Slowly, he approached Alan and patted his shoulder gently.

"What are you doing, sir?" Nicholas asked quietly. "We're at home, Adriana can't possibly chase you here, sir."

"Nick, can I ask you something?" Alan asked seriously.

"You're welcome, sir, I'll be happy to answer," Nicholas replied with a smile.

Alan glared at Nicholas. "Have I ever had a lover with amber eyes?"

"Amber-eyed girl?"

"Yes," said Alan quickly. 

"I don't think so, sir, because the women who have approached you all this time have blue, hazel, or black eyes. No one has amber eyes," Nicholas answered seriously when he managed to remember the women who had been close to the master.

"That's weird," Alan muttered quietly. 

Nicholas, who didn't understand where Alan's conversation was going, was silent. He stood beside Alan without saying much for fear of making his master uncomfortable.

"Then who is that beautiful-eyed girl," Alan said softly as he closed his eyes remembering the figure of a woman whose face was blurred, looking at him sadly. Her eyes were filled with deep sadness so that her amber eyes looked very sad.

Continued