I'll Teach You, Marianne.

When Jack just came out of the bathroom, he was surprised by the presence of his wife who was already standing in front of him wearing very casual clothes, jeans, white t-shirt and sneakers.

"What is this?" asked Jack confused when he saw Anne's appearance, which looked like a student.

"I want to go again with you on a motorbike, Jack. I want to go on a date like the girls in Korean dramas," replied Anne excitedly without guilt.

"Anne...you're okay, right? You're not joking right? You seriously want to ride a motorbike with me again, didn't you last time..."

"That's different, Jack, at that time I didn't have any preparations and this time I am super ready," said Anne, her voice rising, cutting off Jack's words.

Seeing that Anne's confidence was so great, Jack finally decided to comply with his wife's wishes. In a short time, he immediately wore comfortable clothes like Anne: a pair of ripped jeans, a brown t-shirt, and a black leather jacket that matched the color of his shoes.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?"

Jack's words shattered Anne's reverie who was amazed at Jack's appearance. Jack looked ten years younger than his current age and it made Anne's heart skip a beat.

"Babe... come on!"

"Ah y-yes .." Anne stuttered when she woke up from her daydream and immediately walked in front of Jack towards the stairs.

Several maids who were doing their respective duties seemed to smile at the appearance of the master and madam who looked like young children, they whispered to each other talking about the cohesiveness of husband and wife. Because Jack's motorbike was still in the garage, the two of them had to wait next to Jack's favorite car.

"Wear this," said Jack quietly as he handed the helmet to Anne.

Anne received the black helmet from Jack's hand, but she didn't put it on right away.

"I don't want to wear this, it's heavy," said Anne quietly as she handed her helmet back to Jack.

Jack, who had just put on his own helmet, looked at Anne without blinking. "If you don't want to wear this helmet then we won't go. If you want, we can go by car. Not by motorbike."

Anne pursed her lips in annoyance but because she didn't want the plan to go by motorbike to fail. She finally decided to put on the helmet that Jack gave her. Jack smiled in amusement at his wife's behavior. He even had time to help Anne wearing her helmet.

"Done?" asked Anne quietly to Jack who had just put the helmet on.

"Yes, you are done."

"Okay, let's go."

Jack smiled again seeing Anne's adorable behavior. Because his favorite motorbike was preheated when it was brought from the underground garage to where it was now, Jack immediately climbed up and was followed by Anne, who looked very skilled. Wearing jeans made her able to move freely.

"Are you ready?" Jack asked Anne who had wrapped her arms around her stomach.

"Yes."

"Hold on tight."

Anne nodded slowly and immediately added her arms to her husband's waist as a sign that she was ready. Not long after that, Jack immediately rode his motorbike towards the main gate of his house at his usual speed. He did not want to speed on the short street of his house. As soon as he got out of the gate the motorbike that Jack was carrying was going fast. Splitting the streets of Geneva, Anne's arms began to loosen. She seemed to be enjoying the trip this time, unlike a few days ago when Jack forced her to go on a motorbike and take her to Lake Geneva.

After driving the motorbike with above average speed, Jack finally stopped at the Temple de Saint-Pierre which was one of the historic churches that had witnessed many important events from time to time.

"This is the church?" asked Anne quietly when she had removed the helmet that was on her head.

"Yes, it's called Temple de Saint-Pierre."

"Wow, this church is beautiful."

Jack smiled. "Very beautiful and historic, I used to even have the desire to get married in this church when I was young, Anne."

Anne who was looking at the building in front of her immediately turned to Jack. "Really? When did you have that wish, Jack?"

"I forgot the time. Obviously, at that time I was still sitting in junior high school."

"Oh really? Who did you come to this church with? Don't tell me it was with that Giselle Allen!"

Jack chuckled. "Unfortunately, you guessed wrong babe, I actually came to this church with Giselle."

"You're kidding, right?!"

"Whoa whoa whoa... Don't be angry, don't be angry, listen to my explanation first. At that time, I didn't really come alone with Giselle, because at that time we came with classmates for a spiritual tour like that with one of the teachers. I've always thought of Giselle Allen as a friend and nothing more. You know since entering school, Giselle was bullied because of her thick glasses and her pimples and braces. She was the butt of my friends for almost 6 years of school and I was the only friend to her, Anne, every time I missed school Giselle wouldn't go in. You know why?"

Anne shrugged her shoulders. "Well, how do I know?" she replied curtly.

Jack chuckled. "Don't be jealous. There's only you in my heart."

Anne rolled her eyes, embarrassed. "Who's jealous? Me? Oh no, why would I be jealous? So hurry up and get on with the story."

"Well, Do you still want to hear more? I thought you were angry and didn't want to hear..."

"Jack!!"

"Haha okay, okay... don't be angry, honey, let's sit down first. I will tell you everything about my past while I was in the same school as Giselle."

Without a word, Anne passed Jack and sat on a chair on the sidewalk, right next to the motorbike. Jack just smiled at his wife's angry behavior, but he really enjoyed it. Anne looked so cute when she was angry like now and Jack loved it.

After sitting down next to Anne, Jack immediately told her about his past with Giselle back when they were in school. While Jack told his story, Anne didn't interrupt him at all. She was a really good listener.

"That's why I was shocked and confused when Giselle confessed her feelings to me in the meeting room, I swear to God, I don't have any feelings for her, Anne. In my heart there's only your name, since our first meeting at Newcastle Upon Tyne, I've had the vibes when I was with you," Jack said quietly closing the story.

"But Giselle is the daughter of a rich person, why can't she just keep quiet when being bullied?" Anne went back to discussing Giselle.

"I don't know about that, it seems that Giselle depended too much on me," replied Jack flatly as he squeezed Anne's hands which were on his thighs.

Anne pursed her lips. "I think she did that on purpose because she wanted to be protected by you, so she could stay close to you."

"Are you jealous?"

"No Jack, why would I be jealous!!" Anne snarled.

Jack chuckled. "Then why are you angry?"

"I'm not angry, Jack. I just feel a little awkward with that girl. It seems that from the start she did have feelings for you. It's just that she was too afraid to express it for fear of you rejecting her, considering her appearance at that time was still bad. She didn't have the confidence yet to express her feelings, that's why she stayed beside you with all her flaws like that and endured all the bullying that came to her just so you stay by her side, Jack. Don't you realize that?" asked Anne curtly.

"How do I know, Anne? I really only think of her as a friend, nothing more, so I don't have any romantic thoughts about her. I did it sincerely because I wanted to help her as a friend. Even during my engagement with Sophia at that time, she also came and smiled very wide that day, Anne. Therefore, I was speechless when she poured her heart to me in the meeting room after she said things about you, really, it's not that I don't want to defend you, Anne. I was blank at that time. I was too surprised by Giselle's confession. I wasn't ignoring you, babe, "Jack answered seriously.

Anne's face was red. Her heart was beating fast at her husband's words. In fact, Jack's words were not a tempting seduction.

While Anne and Jack chatted, from inside a car, a pair of eyes was staring at the husband and wife angrily without blinking. Both of the person's hands were tightly clenched on the thighs.

To be continued