I'll Teach You, Marianne.

The car carrying Mr. David Clarke and Alan's car arrived at the same time, so they looked like they were going together. 

"Let me push my grandfather, Luis." Alan, who had gotten out of the car first, blocked Luis who wanted to push Mr. David Clarke into the house.

"Okay young master." Luis immediately removed his hand from Mr. David Clarke's wheelchair and let Alan take over. 

With a smile, Alan immediately grabbed the handle of his grandfather's wheelchair and pushed him into the house. 

"Where have you been, Alan?" asked Mr. David Clarke quietly to his grandson who was pushing him..

"To the office, I have some documents to take home and maybe I'll just keep them at home," Alan answered honestly.

"And your wife?"

"She's at home, Grandpa. I was only in the office for a while. I've only been away for an hour." 

Mr. David Clarke nodded his head slowly. He then glanced at Nicholas, who was carrying a suitcase. 

"What documents did you bring home?" Mr. David Clarke asked again in his soft voice. 

"The designs of the jewelry designers that I have approved. I don't want the incidents happened a few months ago to repeat itself," replied Alan quickly. 

"The exhibition?"

"Yes, the exhibition will be held in a few months and the company has already spent a lot of money on this solo exhibition. I don't want another misunderstanding that happened in the exhibition a few months ago to occur, so I just take the jewelry designs home. I'm sure Luis will keep the paperwork well while I went on my honeymoon with Anne," Alan explained in detail about his reason to bring home the important documents.

Thump!

"Repeat what you just said, son," demanded Mr. David Clarke stuttering. 

"The solo exhibition?"

"No, after that!!"

"That the company has spent a lot of money?"

"Alan!!!"

"Oh, you mean the honeymoon?" asked Alan, holding back a laugh.

"You brat!!"

Alan laughed out loud at his grandfather's words. He actually knew what his grandfather was asking, but he liked to tease him by pretending not to know. 

"You have to be nice to Anne. She's a good kid, Alan. If you make her sad and cry then I will make you regret it," threatened Mr. David Clarke seriously.

"Why are you more concerned with her? I'm your grandson, not her." Alan protested quickly.

"You've hurt her from the start, son, so please don't make Anne feel sad again. Please let it just once you destroyed her like that. If you do it again, I'll remind you, if I find out that she is crying again, then you have to deal with me," replied Mr. David Clarke coldly.

"Yes, yes, I know..."

"Okay, I will remember what you said. Well, now you go and find your wife, let Luis help me into the house." Mr. David Clarke immediately cut off Alan's words.

Hearing his grandfather's words, Alan immediately stopped his footsteps and took a step back and let Luis, who had been on his left side, take over. Luis then continued to push the wheelchair into the house, leaving Alan and Nicholas still standing behind. 

"Anne is not only a good girl, Grandpa, she is also the perfect one for me," Alan said to himself, remembering the night he raped Anne, who turned out to be a virgin. 

"Oooh!!"

"What are you doing sir?" Nicholas asked panicked at Alan, who was suddenly holding his head in pain.

Alan, who was half looking down, then looked at Nicholas who was now standing in front of him. "I don't know, suddenly my chest hurts."

"Should we go to the hospital or call the doctor, sir?" Nicholas asked again. 

"Never mind, Nick, maybe it's because I'm tired and not getting enough rest. Last night, I slept really late because of those damn bastards who forced me to keep drinking to replace the bachelorette party," Alan answered quietly as he tried to stand up straight again.

"But Master..."

Alan shook his head with a smile. "I'm fine, Nick. Okay, come on in. I want to see my wife and you keep the suitcase in my study." 

"Yes sir, I understand." 

Alan smiled and patted the assistant's shoulder and then continued his steps into the house, Nicholas then followed behind. 

Usually, every time Alan returned home, he would go straight up to his room on the second floor. But this time, he asked his maid first to find out where his wife  was. Alan couldn't wait to tell Anne about his plans for their honeymoon. 

"Madam is on the sofa by the phone sir. Doctor Caitlyn called earlier." A maid politely answered Alan's question.

"Doctor Caitlyn? Why did she call my wife again?" Alan asked confused. 

"For that I don't know, sir." The maid replied nervously again.

Alan smiled at his maid's words. He knew that all the maids were afraid of him because of his fiery attitude. With a friendly face, Alan said, "It's okay, I'm not talking to you. I was talking to myself. Okay then, you can continue your work again." 

In an instant, the maid immediately bowed her head in respect to Alan, then she immediately left to continue her work. 

Seeing his maid running scared like that Alan smiled while shaking his head. He then walked towards where Anne was, according to the information given by the maid. Alan's smile widened when he saw Anne was sitting back on the sofa looking at the garden. Her long hair flowed beautifully and occasionally moved in the wind. Seeing the beauty in front of his eyes, Alan really couldn't help himself. Without thinking, Alan approached his wife and intended to hug her from behind. However, Alan canceled his intention when he heard the sound of her sobs.

"Are you crying?"

Anne, who was lamenting her fate, immediately turned around when she heard a voice that she knew very well. When she turned her head, she immediately met Alan's eyes.

"Why don't you answer my question?" said Alan again. 

"Why should I answer your question? Don't you already know the answer?" replied Anne curtly.

"I don't want to argue with you, Anne. I ask you again, why are you crying? Are you lamenting that we missed our wedding night last night?" Alan asked quietly, teasing Anne.

"Don't be crazy, I can't be lamenting over something like that!!" With a half-scream, Anne answered her husband's question.

Alan laughed out loud at his wife's words. Even though just now his wife was yelling at him, but Alan was not upset at all. He was even more attracted to Anne, because she looked even more adorable when she was angry like that.

"Don't cry anymore. You better get ready now. We're going to Norway this afternoon," Alan said softly with a smile.

"Norway ... for what?" asked Anne confused.

"For our honeymoon! I want to spend a lot of time with you there. We can make love under the sky..."

"Don't be crazy, Alan. I would never want to go to that place. Besides, our relationship is not that good that we should go on a honeymoon," Anne cut Alan's words with teary eyes. After saying that, Anne rushed out of the place and ran to her room, leaving Alan alone. 

Continued