I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Seeing a Land Rover Defender come out from the Clarke family mansion that was more like a castle, the two Roger Douglas' men did not budge. They had no interest in following the car since they believed the Alan Knight Clarke would not possibly ride that big car. They were so sure that Alan Knight Clarke was a high-speed sports cars lover. They just relaxed in their seat, enjoying their cups of coffee. 

Shortly after Alan and Anne passed by, a black sedan also came out of the gate that opened and closed automatically, controlled by the best security system. The car was driven by members of The Warriors, who were in charge of guarding Alan and Anne from afar. Like the first car, this second car was ignored by Roger Douglas' men. They were exhausted after all-night surveillance tasks and preferred to enjoy their coffee while waiting for their friends to replace them. The Warriors' members were actually aware that someone was watching David Clarke's mansion. The reason The Warriors did nothing was that Eric ordered them to wait for the right moment.

After having been sitting in the car for quite some time, Anne began feeling uncomfortable. "Is the restaurant still far?"

"What restaurant?" Alan asked back without taking his eyes off the street.

"Jeez! You said earlier that you wanted to take me out for breakfast. It's been more than twenty minutes, and we haven't arrived yet. Where exactly is the restaurant?"

Alan chuckled. "Restaurant? Who really wants to go to a restaurant?"

Anne immediately turned her head to Alan. "You lie to me!!"

"This is my slight punishment for you, baby. You tortured me last night. So, you have to make it up for me this morning until this afternoon."

Anne understood what he meant, immediately crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You don't mean to..."

"Relax, baby, I would not ask you to make out in the car. I have prepared a comfortable hotel room for us to make love all day." He immediately cut her words with a triumphant smile.

"Alan!!!"

"No, no, no... Do not scream now. Save your energy for later in the room," Alan said quickly interrupting Anne's words.

Anne massaged her aching forehead; she forgot that her husband was someone who couldn't hold himself longer. She regretted that she did not allow him to touch her last night. 

Alan smiled to see Anna messaging her forehead. He was happy teasing her. She looked so pretty when she was thinking, and it made him delighted. Therefore, he was lying.  Alan planned to take Anne out only for having breakfast together, nothing more. He did not want her to be exhausted.

After thirty minutes, Alan's car finally arrived at a pleasant restaurant. There were so many flowers and trees in front of it.

"We've arrived, come on."

Anne bit her lower lip. She was nervous and also anxious being asked to get off the car by Alan. She imagined what would happen to her in a minute.

Alan chuckled to see Anne's expression. "We'll only have breakfasr here, Anne.  I was only teasing you."

Anne quickly turned her head to Alan. "So we'll just have breakfast and will not go to..."

"No, I'm not such a pervert, baby. Come on, I am so hungry."

Anne's face changed as all her worries disappeared. Without being asked twice, she quickly got off of the car to follow Alan who had gotten off first. He reached out to hold Anne's hand as he entered the restaurant. However, she felt uneasy since some people saw them, so she immediately approaching Alan and stood very close to him.

"Why?" Alan asked in confusion as he lowered his hand to hug Anne.

"A lot of people are staring at me. I don't feel comfortable," answered Anne honestly.

"It is natural for the wife of Alan Knight Clarke to be the center of attention. You don't need to be afraid because they would not dare to touch you when you are with me."

Anne lifted her head to look at Alan. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, even though I am not with my bodyguards, people will keep their distance from me. Trust me."

Anne nodded while forcing a smile. She was a bit panicked and tried to calm herself. After feeling much better, she gave Allan a sign to enter the restaurant. She did not want to linger outside because it would really drivemore people to see him.

When Alan and Anne entered the restaurant, they were welcomed by pleasant greetings from the restaurant owner and the main chef. As the people who knew Alan for some time, they knew how to welcome Alan Knight Clarke. 

"Please Mr. Clarke, at your usual table."

"Thanks."

Anne did not join in their conversation and could only remain silent, and followed Alan's steps. Guided by the owner to a room at the back of the restaurant connected directly to a garden.

"Wow...!"

Alan smiled. "Do you like it?"

"Yes, it's beautiful, Alan." Anne quickly replied to him. She was fascinated by the garden view at that moment.

"Glad that you like it, Madam," said the restaurant owner responding to Anne's words.

Anne immediately realized that there was another person besides her and Allan. With sparkling eyes, Anne looked at the middle-aged woman who was looking at her with a smile.

"You designed this place yourself, Madam?" Anne asked gently to light up the atmosphere.

"Just call me Margaret, and that is right, Madam, I designed this garden myself with my partner, before he passed away a few years ago," replied the restaurant owner, Margaret.

"I'm sorry..."

Margaret immediately moved her hand. "No, Madam, you don't need to apologize. It has been a while, I am fine now."

Anne smiled, she then suddenly hugged Margaret to comfort her, and Alan's face looked unpleasant.

"Thank you, Madam, please have a seat. I will prepare Mr. Clarke's favorite breakfast," Margaret said after Anne let go of her hug.

"Thank you, Margaret."

Margaret smiled and then left the room preparing Alan's favorite dishes. Although Margaret had left, Alan still looked at Anne without blinking. It made her uncomfortable.

"What is it?"

"Can't you just not hug anyone like that, Anne?"

Anne shrugged. "Really? Margaret is a woman, Alan. Why should you be jealous of her?"

Alan approached Anne and wrapped his arms around Anne's waist. "She is a transgender, Anne. Who knew she might still have his male instincts?"

Anne replied. "So-so she..."

"Yes, so don't act so familiar."

Anne's face blushed when she felt Alan's arms tighten around her and felt uncomfortable.

"Let go of me, Alan," Anne sighed softly.

"Why?"

"This is a restaurant, Alan, don't show affection like that," Anne answered hoarsely while trying to keep her neck from Alan, who was trying to kiss her.

"You're mine Anne and I can…"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...! Look who's here?"

Alan quickly stopped his movement when he heard a familiar voice approaching. He immediately loosened his hug and took a step forward, trying to block the owner of the voice's view to Anne.

To be continued