13

"Your dad and I are headed to Vietnam this Friday for a conference," my mother-in-law muttered as we enjoyed a snack.

"And I was thinking that you two should join us... What do you think?"

That would be the next day.

I turned to look at Ivan, who responded with a nonchalant shrug. When he noticed my gaze, he raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Do you want to go?" I asked.

"How about you?"

But this plan would be his decision because there are lingering wounds on his body that had yet to heal.

"If you want to go, then let's do it."

"But won't it be tough for you?" I expressed my concern.

"I'll be fine. A little getaway won't hurt me," Ivan reassured me.

"Thank you, love," I hugged him tightly, and he patted my back affectionately.

After our snack, I began packing our clothes for the trip, but I found it difficult to concentrate because Ivan was playfully teasing me. He kept hugging me and stealing kisses, filling my heart with overwhelming love.

Never did I anticipate that Ivan