âNo thanks. Thatâs all,â said Martin Weiss.
âYou have to take your medicines before lunch. Iâll ask the restaurant manager for a glass of warm water,â Kyla said and got up to leave. Moments later, she came over with a glass of warm water. Then, she took the medicines out of her bag and handed them to Martin Weiss.
Martin Weiss swallowed the medicines with water, then Kyla said, âSit here while I go over to their message wall.â
Martin Weiss frowned. He had seen the message wall she was referring to as soon as they came in. There were many small pieces of paper on it, and each piece contained a written sentence or a drawing. They were left by customers, and the wall was a feature of the restaurant.
However, he was not interested in such things.
He watched her walk up to the message wall. She looked as if she were reading the messages carefully.
He vaguely remembered her writing a message when they first came here. He was curious and wanted to ask what she wrote, but she refused to say and only said she would tell him in the future.
âIn the future⦠Thereâs no future between us.â
Martin Weiss sneered.
At this moment, he saw her bend over with a pen in hand. She was writing something.
âSheâs not writing a message again, is she? How⦠silly!â Martin Weiss curled his lips as he kept his eyes from gazing at Kyla.
Moments later, Kyla was back at the table, and the dishes they ordered were served.
âAlright, letâs eat. Iâll start,â said Kyla before lowering her head and digging in.
However, Martin Weiss did not touch his chopsticks. He suddenly asked, âWhy did you kiss me when we were in the church?â
Her hand that was holding the chopsticks paused as she hesitated for a while, âDo I need a reason to kiss you?â
âDonât you?â he asked.
She then said. âIf you think I need a reason, perhaps the church had such a good atmosphere that I couldnât help myself.â
âYou couldnât help yourself?â His dark eyes narrowed slightly.
She smiled faintly. âMartin Weiss, do you think I can resist your charm?â
He pressed his thin lips together uneasily. âI donât find your joke funny.â
âIâm not joking. Weâre now husband and wife. Isnât it normal that a wife canât help kissing her husband?â
she said.
He glared at her. âKyla, what are you playing at? Iâm telling you, it doesnât matter what tricks you pull.
Youâre going to have to sign the divorce papers once today ends!â
She said, âI know. Donât worry. Iâm not gonna play games. I only answered you seriously. I truly couldnât help myself at the time.â
She met his eyes without evading them and confessed her feelings.
Moments later, he looked away, picked up his chopsticks, and began eating.
Kylaâs eyes shone vaguely with disappointment. She had kissed him in the church to make that kiss their wedding kiss.
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