To Be Yours Again

Chapter 132 Like a tortoise



*RAPHAEL*

Calm down,man.

From what I’ve been told, Enzo was a coldhearted and very bold man.

He definitely wouldn’t be scared of a woman who looked as if she would rape him any moment from now.

I put on a stern look. “I’m very hungry for food right now. We had a long day yesterday and I barely had the time to eat. Everything else can wait.” I warned.

She eyed me and stormed out of the dining room.

I blew out air from my mouth.

How was she like this?

I’ve never been scared of any woman as I am of her.

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*MONALISA*

I fumed inwardly as we were both seated at the back seat of a car.

I watched the car pull into an airfield where a private jet laid waiting.

We were on our way to our so called honeymoon.

I glanced at him wondering just how he was wired.

I found it weird that we haven’t had sex for Christ’s sake.

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We’re married.

Why was he holding back?

Maybe he really was tired from all the dancing of yesterday.

I needed to have my needs met at the honeymoon.

We got down from the car and I watched his PA, Dante exchange pleasantries with the pilots and the other staff.

I grimaced, this man is always with him.

Was he coming with him to the honeymoon as well?

I waited impatiently as Dante and Enzo engaged in a conversation.

I sighed as he walked up to me, leaving Dante behind.

“Let’s get going.”

I nodded and we both got into the jet, sat beside each other and fastened our seatbelt.

I noticed he kept staring around and grinning from ear to ear.

I wondered what was so special in being in a jet.

I’m sure he had been in more than he can count.

And after a while, I noticed he brought his palms together, especially when the jet started to move.

I stared at him closely as he was starting to sweat a lot.

I frowned.

Did his accident make him scared of flying?

His face paled and before he would pass out, I placed my hand above his.

“It’s okay...Nothing bad is going to happen.”I assured.

He held onto my hand tightly as the jet took off.

I blinked and waited for him to get used to it.

The jet had been in the sky for a few minutes now and he was still holding my hand.

Seriously...when was he going to get used to this?

I cleared my throat. “See...I told you everything’s fine.” I let out.

He looked out through the window and slowly let go of my hand.

“Wow...from being terrifying...it’s so fascinating...everything looks so small.”

I get it that he was scared because of his accident but to be fascinated about this is strange.

“I don’t think I can forget this experience.”

“Why?” I asked, curiously.

“It’s my first time traveling by air.”

I frowned. “What?”

He shakily turned to face me. “I mean, it’s my first time since the accident. I might not have told you before but some of my memories are yet to come to me, so some stuff feels new.”

Oh.

I nodded in comprehension.

I leaned against my seat reeling on how good it will be to have sex on the jet.

I glanced at him and he was staring through the window.

How the hell did I end up with a clueless husband?

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*RAPHAEL*

When we arrived in Paris. I wished Dante had come with us.

Ahh.

He had told me he would always give me a call.

But how was I supposed to survive in this place for two weeks all alone with this woman?

I was told if Enzo was found within those weeks, we would get switched back and continue our respective lives.

I could hardly wait.

A car was waiting for us.

“Mr and Mrs Moretti.” A young man acknowledged and handed the car mobilizer to me.

I swallowed.

Dante had only given me driving lessons a few times.

I’m still not confident about it but I acted cool as we got our things into the car.

Before I could get Mona’s door, she opened it herself and got in.

I walked over and got into the driver’s seat.

I had memorized the address of the resort that was booked for our honeymoon so I inputted it into the GPS.

I started the car and drove the best way I could.

“Why are we moving like a tortoise?”Mona asked me.

“Tortoise? How?”

“You’re driving too slow. At this rate, we might get to the resort tomorrow.”

“There’s nothing wrong with the way I’m driving.” I snapped.

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