Chapter 3 Honeymoon With the Devil

Brak!

A gun was suddenly pointed at the old woman standing in front of the door. Without fear, the old woman walked closer and even smiled slightly.

"Is this how you greet your grandmother, Lucas?"

The man named Lucas slowly lowered his gun and holstered it behind his suit. Lucas smoothed out his black suit.

"Grandma, why did you come like that? Are you angry at me after getting that report from that trashy woman?" Lucas spoke without looking at the old woman, who was now trying to control her emotions.

"Trash? At least she can maintain her dignity compared to the women you consider respectable, dear." The old woman's hand rose and smoothed her grandson's shirt collar.

"To me, she's still trash that Grandma picked up at a brothel." Lucas stared coldly.

Grandma Louisa smiled sweetly in response to her beloved grandson's words. "She's not a prostitute even though I met her there, isn't that right? You proved it yourself."

Lucas's face immediately turned cold upon hearing what the old woman in front of him said. He understood what his grandmother meant, but how did she know? Naya wouldn't be so vulgar as to say that she and Lucas had just spent their first night together.

"Honey, Grandma will wait in the dining room. There's something you have to do." The old woman kissed her grandson's cheek softly, then walked elegantly out of Lucas's room.

"Damn! Did that trashy woman say something to my grandmother? But even if that trashy woman was still a virgin when she served me, I still wouldn't consider her my wife. I'll find a time to get rid of her from my life."

At the dining table, the three of them seemed to be enjoying their breakfast. Naya's omelet was very popular with Grandma and Mr. Bayu.

Lucas, who had just entered the dining room, made the previously warm atmosphere turn cold and scary when Naya accidentally caught her husband's annoyed expression.

Lucas was truly a person who had no sweetness in him at all.

"Mr. Lucas, what would you like to eat? Let me prepare it for you?" Naya, who had already gotten up from her seat, immediately asked with a frightened look on her face.

"No need! Bayu, we're leaving now. Have you prepared everything?" Lucas asked the man who was his right-hand man in a cold voice.

Bayu glanced at the grandmother who was looking at Lucas. "Is everything ready? But I can't contact Miranda."

Lucas hadn't told Bayu that he wouldn't be going with the woman he had caught last night having sex with his own cousin in the apartment he had bought for his lover.

Lucas also didn't want to cancel his trip to Miami because he didn't want to be in the same house as the woman who was his wife.

"Let's go now, Bay."

"Take your wife with you, dear," said Grandma Louisa firmly.

"What?" Naya's eyes widened.

Lucas suddenly stopped in his tracks. Lucas took a deep breath. He knew what would happen next.

"Grandma, I don't need to go with Mr. Lucas. I'll stay here and take care of the housework," said Naya nervously.

Of course, Naya was very shocked and worried. She was worried that if she went with her devilish husband, she might not come back alive.

"You're the one who needs to go, Nay, instead of that woman named Miranda. You are Lucas's wife and you have more right to be by your husband's side."

Lucas turned around and walked towards his grandmother. The look in his eyes seemed to imply that he was very angry with the old woman in front of him at that moment.

"Honey, take your wife shopping and enjoy your vacation there. It's been a month since you got married, and you and your wife haven't had your honeymoon yet. Grandma is here, and let me take care of everything here." The old woman's hand gently caressed her grandson's cheek.

"I won't take that trash woman with me, Grandma," Lucas said softly and firmly.

"Grandma wants Naya to go with you, and if I hear that Naya is hurt or that you are trying to get rid of her, then say goodbye to your grandmother too," said the old woman softly.

"Are you threatening me, Grandma?" Lucas stared coldly.

"It's not a threat, but it's what I will do. At least Grandma will be happy to meet your grandfather there." Grandma Louisa's hand smoothed the top three buttons of Lucas's open shirt.

Lucas was silent, but his jaws were clenched tightly as if holding back anger.

Bayu, who saw this, could only hold back his smile. Only Grandma Louisa could subdue her boss.

"Naya, go with your husband. Here is your passport, which I made for you because my purpose in coming here was also to give this to you. Have fun and don't worry about preparing anything. Lucas will take you shopping and buy everything you need."

"But, Grandma."

"Hurry up and go!" Lucas said firmly.

Before Naya could finish speaking, Lucas cut her off. Still confused, Naya quickly said goodbye to Grandma Louisa and immediately ran to catch up with Lucas, who was already in his car.

The old woman smiled happily as she watched from the window as Lucas's car drove out of her grandson's large mansion.

In the car, Lucas chose to remain silent, his expression naturally frightening Naya. Naya preferred to look out the window rather than at her husband's scary face.

When they arrived at his private jet, Lucas immediately got in, followed by Naya, who was amazed to see a private jet for the first time and even more amazed that she would be inside it.

"If your husband loved you, Naya, your life would be very happy," said Mr Bayu, who was walking behind Naya.

"Even if he didn't have all this, if he loved me, I would also be very happy, Mr Bayu," replied Naya.

Bayu only responded with a slight smile as he adjusted his glasses.

Naya was directed to sit alone near the window. Meanwhile, Lucas chose to sit with Bayu in another seat located right in front of Naya's seat.

"I'm scared," Naya whispered, and only she could hear her words.

This was Naya's first time on a plane and she was really scared, but she didn't dare say it, especially since there was something even more frightening inside the jet.

Naya sat nervously because the plane was about to take off and Naya was really scared of that.

"What should I do?" Naya said to herself in confusion. She tried to look at the other seats, which appeared to be empty.

Naya, who was already panicking, immediately got up from her seat and moved to the front, where her husband was. Naya sat right next to Lucas and quickly grabbed his hand.

"I'm scared," she said, her voice sounding bitter and sad.