I'll Teach You, Marianne.

After the weather improved the next morning, Alan's jet again continued its journey to Norway, which would take 4 hours 25 minutes from Frankfurt. Just like before while flying from Luxembourg to Frankfurt, there was no conversation between Anne and Alan this time too. Anne chose to watch a movie through the monitor in front of her, while Alan chose to chat with Nicholas and several other bodyguards. Luckily, Anne brought a scarf, so that the bruises on her neck were invisible to anyone, except Alan, the cause.

"We'll be landing in Oslo in about 10 minutes, sir," Nicholas said quietly as he came back from the pilot's room. 

"Okay," Alan answered briefly, glancing at Anne who was already asleep with her headphones on. 

Luckily, Anne was still wearing a seat belt, so he didn't have to put a seat belt on her. As Nicholas said, the plane finally began to make a land at Oslo airport. When the plane shook while landing, Anne woke up from her sleep. She didn't panic, because she could see the situation outside the window. After the plane landed properly, one by one, the bodyguards got off, including Nicholas, who immediately took out the suitcases belonging to the master and his wife. Anne and Alan were the last to get off the plane.. 

Alan's entourage was immediately greeted by several hotel staff who would take them to the hotel where they would stay. Driving in a limousine, Anne and Alan sat like kings and queens, which was very special. As soon as they got into the car, they were greeted with a welcome drink, but because Anne couldn't drink alcohol, she didn't touch the drink and only Alan drank it in one gulp.

Once they arrive at the hotel, again, they get a special welcome. Knowing their guests are very important people, the hotel gave them special treatment. 

"This is the most prestigious room in this hotel. It is located on the top floor, which of course has a beautiful view that will provide special comfort for both of you, Mr. and Mrs. Clarke," said a man, who was the hotel manager, explaining the advantages in the room that was currently would be Anne and Alan's room in the next few days.

"Actually, what you mentioned earlier is not very important. What I need when staying at a hotel is comfort and privacy. You know we just got married," Alan answered slowly, while continuing to stare at the condition of the president suite where he was going to occupy. 

"Of course, sir. This room is the best room we have. So for security and privacy issues, it is definitely well guaranteed, so you don't have to worry while you and Madam are staying in this room, no one will dare to interfere," said the manager again with a big smile. 

Alan nodded his head slowly in response to the words of the man in front of him. Meanwhile, Anne, who was sitting on the sofa, ignored what Alan was talking about with the hotel manager. She chose to see the view of the city of Oslo from where she was standing. Nicholas and the other bodyguards were also stood and listened, while Alan was talking. 

"Okay, I like this place. Now you take my people to their rooms. Make sure they get a comfortable room too. If I hear any dissatisfaction from one of my subordinates, then we will immediately leave the hotel right away," said Alan, threatening. 

"Of course sir, we have also prepared the best rooms for your people. So you don't have to worry," the hotel manager stuttered.

"Good, now take them. I need some alone time with my wife."

Hearing Alan's words made the hotel manager's face redden. Even though he was a man, he had never met a guest as outspoken as Alan. Because of that, he felt uncomfortable hearing Alan's words, while it seemed normal for Nicholas and the other bodyguards. Having served Alan for many years, they were aware of their master's attitude. After saying goodbye to Alan, the hotel manager finally continued his duty to escort Nicholas and the others to their respective rooms. 

When they were alone, Alan approached Anne, who was still in her original position, sitting on the edge of the window with her hand supporting her chin, gazing at the beauty of the city of Oslo. 

"Anne..."

"No!! W-what do you want to do?" Anne screamed loudly when she realized Alan was about to touch her chin. 

Alan smiled wryly at Anne's words. He then took out cream to reduce bruises from inside his shirt pocket. 

"I'd like to put this on," said Alan shortly, showing Anne the cream he got from the hotel clerk in Frankfurt. 

"I-I don't need that," said Anne stuttering, denied Alan's good intentions.

"I just want to help, Anne, I just..."

"Why are you helping me get rid of these bruises when later on you'll make more bruises on my body?" Anne immediately cut Alan's words quickly without fear. Her eyes were filled with tears as she spoke. She thought back to what Alan had done to her last night. 

Alan was speechless upon hearing Anne's words. Although he was annoyed with Anne's accusative words, but on the other hand he felt guilty because Anne was so afraid of him right now. Alan could see the great fear in Anne's eyes towards him and it made him suffer. He didn't want Anne to be afraid of him. 

Without speaking, Alan then put the cream on the table and left Anne to the bathroom. He wanted to take a warm bath to calm himself down with a glass of wine, so as not to hurt Anne again. Alan tried to contain his already passionate desire for Anne, but realizing that Anne was still very afraid of him, Alan finally decided to stay away from his wife so he wouldn't make her even more afraid of him. 

"Why do you have to wake up like that, junior? You have to be able to hold yourself back. Anne is different from other women," Alan said softly to his manhood, which was already on fire. Being in the same room with Anne made him unable to hold back any longer.

Alan did not understand why he was so passionate about Anne. Without seeing Anne naked, he was already so lustful. Since Anne came into his life, Alan had never dreamed of a beautiful girl who had always been in his dreams for the past year, and honestly it made Alan a little happy and relieved. The reason was that he no longer had to feel the strange feeling in his chest when he woke up after dreaming of that girl, a beautiful girl with long hair, whose face was a blur, crying alone by the river. Alan did not know why the same girl was always present in his dreams, nor did he know why the girl was crying alone by the river. 

Alan, who was closing his eyes in the bathtub while remembering his dream which had not come for almost two weeks, suddenly a flash of memory from his past appeared.

"Church, white dress... what does it mean?" Alan said quietly.