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Honey moon

Ryan and Sarah laughed cheerfully as they entered the hotel room they had booked earlier. The newlyweds were about to enjoy the first night as husband and wife Ryan rushed to lay Sarah's petite body on a white bed with a scattering of pieces of red roses filling it almost entirely. Sarah pulled Ryan's tuxedo, which made him stagger forward. Ryan supported Sarah's body and whispered something in her ear. "I love you."

Ryan opened his tuxedo and threw it in all directions. Then she got dressed, and Sarah did the same.

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed." Ryan rolled to the side, laid down, and closed his eyes. Sarah turned around, slept on her stomach, and hugged Ryan tightly.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just tired, Sarah." Ryan tilted his body, avoiding Sarah. He is not fully asleep yet. The shadow of his mother's words gave the man goosebumps. The shadow of his face, even the way he stared, made him feel guilty about what he had done this afternoon.

"Are you still thinking about this morning?" Rajuk Sarah shook Ryan's body, asking for an explanation from her husband.

"I'm tired, honey. Can we talk about it tomorrow?" The answer is a little vague. Sarah licked her lips. Only this time, he felt ignored by Ryan. He shook his body once more.

"This is our first night. Why are you ignoring me?" sorry. Ryan is not impressed. He even covered his head with a pillow and covered his body with a thick blanket.

Sarah was upset; she stood up and walked to the bathroom to change her clothes, then came back and put all her equipment in her big bag that she brought when renting a hotel room yesterday.

Ryan squirmed, then glanced at Sarah, who seemed to be hurriedly tidying up her things. His eyes widened, and he got up and stopped Sarah.

"What the hell is this? Let's go to bed," Rayyan asked, pulling Sarah's hand and pushing her onto the bed.

"I want to go home," Sarah cried. Ryan ran towards the door, locked it, and then put it in his pants pocket. Then he resumed his sleep. "I'm going home, Ryan. You no longer value me as your wife."

"I'm tired, Sarah. Now sleep."

"It's our first night, and you don't want to touch me at all?" asked Sarah. Ryan went apoplectic. His emotions had reached the top of his head. He stood up and slammed the rough glass on the nightstand until it darted away. Sarah was shocked to see it.

"Don't I touch you every day? How is it different from a wedding night? I don't want to argue with you anymore; I want to sleep." Ryan has returned to the perfect dreamland that he should have picked up earlier.

Sarah bent her body, sitting on the edge of the bed with a straight look ahead. If a lot of people think he's going to give up, it's different from what he thinks. Sarah was so crafty. A bluff like that doesn't make him a mess, let alone give up. No, it wasn't her wish. Getting Ryan to his knees on her was just a step away, and he had to slowly get her back to the way she used to be.

So, the next morning, when Ryan had not woken up from sleep, Sarah had prepared breakfast, which she ordered from the hotel restaurant via a message between rooms. She also helped Ryan clean up his clothes and put them in his big bag.

Hearing the voices of people passing by, Ryan blinked his eyes and opened them slowly. Sarah approached him and kissed him on the forehead.

"Good Morning...." Sarah smiled to welcome her husband, not forgetting the glass of warm tea he served her.

"Good Morning. Are you awake?" Ryan sat leaning on the dashboard of the bed with his eyes still squinting and his forehead slightly wrinkled. "Wait, you're not mad at me anymore?"

Sarah shook her head slowly, cupping Ryan's hands together and grasping him. "No, I'm not angry. Come on, clean yourself up. "We're having breakfast."

Sarah stood up, turned her head briefly, smiled at her husband, and walked to the guest table that had been neatly decorated by him. Ryan got up and walked slowly to the bathroom to clean up.

Sarah smiled slyly, seeing her husband's steps stagger and disappear behind the door.

"If I get angry, I won't get your price. It's useless for me to hold out for you to marry. Ryan, you haven't changed. It's still stupid," he muttered as he sipped warm chamomile tea.

In the middle of her activities waiting for Ryan, Sarah's eyes were provoked by something that made her curious. There is one small box tucked on the nightstand, precisely behind the decorative lamp. Sarah took it and opened it. How surprised she was when she saw the contents of a gold ring studded with diamonds, whose estimated price must be above hundreds of millions! Without asking more questions, Sarah put on the ring and showed it off on social media.

"Ah, my dear. Thank you for the gift. It's so beautiful," Sarah snapped when she saw Ryan just come out of the bathroom. She swung around in her husband's arms, then tiptoed and kissed her lips briefly.

"What are you doing?" Ryan asked curiously.

"Look at this. It's a beautiful ring. Thank you, my dear," said Sarah, showing off the ring to her husband. Ryan was shocked. Because it was not a gift ring for Sarah, it was Scott's ring that was entrusted to him, but he forgot to take it.

"Eh, that's not for you. Then I'll buy another one."

Sarah turned her hand back. He hid it so Ryan couldn't take it. Sarah shook her head, rejecting the request of her husband, who forced himself to take off the ring.

"If it's not for me, who is it for? You cheated?" asked Sarah, who finally made Ryan stop asking for the ring back.

"Not Sarah. It wasn't me; it was Scott. He left the ring in my pocket yesterday but forgot to take it back. Come on, give it back later, and I'll buy you a new one," persuaded Ryan.

Sarah is still Sarah. In principle, everything he already has can no longer be taken in any form.

"Why didn't Scott buy the ring? Isn't he the CEO? Come on, a ring of hundreds of millions like this for him is a decadent item that he can easily buy eye work for," he explained.

"But the ring is a special message for her lover. "Give it back," Ryan said.

Sarah squinted her eyes at Ryan, who was now challenging her. Within seconds, Ryan's eyes fell glassy, like they had melted on Sarah's figure.

"Dear Ryan, which is more valuable, this ring or me?" Sarah showed off the ring to Ryan in a circular motion. Ryan didn't answer, but his hand was pointing at Sarah.

"You."

"Less clear. Who, Baby? Hmm...." Sarah wiped Ryan's face and sat on his lap.

Ryan couldn't argue; he was crushed again with just words and Sarah's eyes that seemed to make him submit.

"All right. It's up to you," he said resignedly. Sarah cheered happily.

"Thank you, my dear."

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