41. A NEED FOR A KISS?

A FEW MOMENTS after Callan made a call on his phone, there were room attendants who knocked and immediately went to gather our suitcases. Callan has two pairs of black luggage while I have three silver luggage.

The male room attendants, who I was sure were some of the staffs here in the resort, loaded our luggage to the cart and bowed at us.

“We hope you had a great stay with your wife at the resort, sir,” one of them said.

“Thank you for having us,” Callan said with his stern voice.

I was standing beside him and I gave the resort staff a wide smile. “It was an amazing experience. And the food at our wedding reception was notably delicious. I also enjoyed the bar near the beach!” I said, getting too serious in giving my feedback when Callan softly touched my waist.

I stopped mid-sentence but didn’t make it obvious and just kept a straight face. I kept smiling at them as I grabbed Callan’s wrist. “Thank you so much,” I said once again.

“It’s a pleasure, Mr. and Mrs. Chevalier,”

“My wif