6. Flying to Germany

"I found Miss Renata," Marvin exclaimed.

His words instantly halted Melvin's steps.

"Y-you found her? Where? Where did you find her? Tell me, where did you find her?"

Marvin was now bombarded with questions from his superior, leaving him not knowing how to answer the man in front of him. Melvin was so enthusiastic about what Marvin had said; he wanted to meet Renata immediately.

"In Germany," Marvin answered briefly.

Hearing that his lover had been found made Melvin feel a sense of relief; the man did not know what to do, his footsteps confused about where to step.

Marvin, seeing this, could clearly judge that his boss was happy with the information he had just conveyed.

"Cancel all my schedules; I don't want anything causing me to cancel going to Germany, and prepare a flight for me, I will go alone to pick her up," Melvin said.

"B-but, what about Mrs. Danas, and if you leave—"

Hearing Danas's name mentioned made him instantly frustrated as the feeling of happiness vanished immediately.

"Argh. Annoying. Just leave her be."

Marvin scratched his head; he did not understand his superior's train of thought. Leaving a woman with the status of a wife for a girl who had left him. He even assumed that his boss had been under a spell that made him love that woman so much while neglecting his wife.

"Very well, I will book a ticket for you, Sir."

Melvin nodded his head. "Good, good," he muttered softly while pacing back and forth.

A happy expression was visible on his face.

"No... no, I must go with that woman. I am afraid that if someone asks about me, I must supervise her so she doesn't leak any secrets."

Hearing the hazel-eyed man's words made Marvin trace a faint smile.

"Do you want a honey—"

"No." Melvin instantly cut off his handsome assistant's words. "What for a honeymoon? I won't do it with that disgusting woman. I am going there to look for Renata, not to sleep with that girl," Melvin asserted.

Melvin looked at Marvin seriously, the man resting his hands on his hips. "Go pick her up, I will wait at the airport."

"Understood."

All along the way, Marvin grumbled and even occasionally cursed.

"If he hates her, why marry her in the first place, let alone treat her unlike a proper wife? A beautiful girl, an independent woman, many people like Mrs. Danas, but—"

His words choked.

"Yeah, maybe I would be like Sir if I were in his position," he muttered softly. "But I feel sorry for Madam."

For a moment he stopped complaining. "But why am I stressing over Mr. Melvin's family matters? That's his business; I am just executing his orders."

The man looked silly, talking and complaining to himself.

"Right, I don't need to think about what I shouldn't be thinking about," he muttered as he turned off the car engine.

Now his footsteps searched for Danas throughout the house, but he did not find the girl inside.

"Has Mr. Melvin returned?" A voice startled him.

"N-no," he answered slightly stammering. "Where is Mrs. Danas?"

"She is in the back garden."

Hearing that made him walk toward the garden behind Melvin's house. Danas was seen smiling while feeding the fish in the pond.

There was a slight flutter in his heart upon seeing Danas's so soothing smile, to the point that it made him touch his chest.

Slap!

Instantly, he slapped his cheek softly.

"Wake up, Marvin, don't fall in love or you will be hanged by Mr. Melvin for liking his woman."

The man let out a long sigh.

"Madam..." he called.

Danas, who had been smiling, instantly put on a terrified face upon seeing Marvin.

"H-has he returned?"

"No, it's just me," Marvin answered, causing a slight change in Danas's face.

"So why did you come alone?" asked Danas, curious about the man's arrival.

"Sir will be leaving for Germany; he wants me to pick you up."

"G-Germany?"

Marvin nodded his head. "The plane will depart at 2 PM; Madam can still pack first. There is no need to bring clothes; you can buy change of clothes when you arrive in Germany later."

Danas only gave a wry smile. Melvin's return always made her body respond with fear toward the man. Even hearing that name spoken gave her goosebumps.

"You only need to change clothes."

Danas turned her body, causing Marvin to stop abruptly and bump into the girl.

"I-I'm sorry," he said while stepping back a few paces.

"Could you wait for me for a moment?! I promise I won't be long."

Marvin nodded slowly. "Lord, I hope you don't hear my heart beating like this," he prayed. "Damn it, don't fall in love with your boss's wife, Marvin," he cursed at himself while lightly slapping his cheek. "Marvin, pull yourself together," he slapped himself again.

"What are you doing?" Danas asked.

"N-nothing, I will wait for you in the car."

The car now approached a private jet.

Marvin stepped out first, then he opened the door for Danas. "Please, Madam, Sir is waiting for you," Marvin said with a smile.

Somewhat hesitantly, the girl stepped up the stairs.

"Please, Madam."

Sighing softly, she prepared herself for what would happen inside when meeting Melvin. Only a smile was offered to those working for her husband; at least she wanted to leave a good impression.

Upon just stepping inside, the first thing she saw was Melvin's hazel eyes staring at her coldly. Seeing that cold facial expression made her heart ache. It felt as though there were no feelings of liking for her, only hatred bestowed by her husband upon her.

She was not asking to be loved by the man; she just wanted to be respected as a wife. Which wife could endure the cold expression given by her husband? She was also just a woman who possessed feelings of wanting to be valued.

"I am your wife, could you not look at me with a gaze as if I were your enemy?" she asked in her heart.

The girl did not dare to say what she was thinking. She chose to sit across from Melvin, looking out the window, served by a flight attendant who offered her a drink.

"No, thank you," she said, declining.

Melvin glanced across. His wife was looking out the window, and Danas was seen tying up her hair, exposing her slender neck. She did not even realize that the man across from her was staring at her.

"Fasten your seatbelt, or do you want to die here?" Melvin ordered upon seeing Danas not wearing her seatbelt.

The girl obeyed her husband's command.

When the plane reached high altitude, there was only silence. A few flight attendants on duty merely cast their glances toward the husband and wife.

"Are they having a fight?" whispered one of them, causing Marvin to look in their direction.

"Come closer, you don't want them to think that we are fighting, do you?"

Melvin's voice made Danas glance at him.

"Will you come over here or should I come to your spot?"

Danas remained silent, not answering. "Danas," Melvin called. This time his voice was somewhat raised.