Semua Bab GEEKY GIRL REVENGE: Bab 41 - Bab 48

The pillow flew perfectly, hitting Hugo’s face with a satisfying puff. He didn’t dodge. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.“I deserved that,” he said, brushing the pillow off his face with a laugh. “But honestly, that was a pretty precise throw. Were you ever on a softball team?”“I once almost hit my ex on the head with a tennis racket because of a stupid comment,” I replied lightly, sitting at the edge of the bed while drying the tips of my still-damp hair.“Oh? And now… am I on that lucky list?”“You’re not an ex yet,” I said flatly. “But you might make a good practice target.”Hugo feigned shock. “How cruel. And to think I just helped save my wife from potential hypothermia and a total loss of dignity.”I turned to look at him. “You call that help? You just made the moment even more humiliating!”He moved closer and sat beside me, resting his chin on my shoulder. “You know, I imagined a lot of things about our wedding night…”I shifted away half a centimeter. “That sentence sounds li

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, horrified. My hair looked like a bird’s nest hit by a storm, and my left eye, somehow was larger than the right. Maybe from all that screaming. Or maybe from the nightmare called Hugo, the human koala who had used me as his favorite sleeping pillow all night.I took a deep breath. Okay. I still had a shred of dignity left. One or two percent, at most.Fifteen minutes later, after a lightning-fast shower, brushing my teeth, brushing my hair, brushing the last remains of my shame-riddled heart, and putting on a casual white dress that felt like salvation, I was... ready. Or at the very least, presentable enough to face other humans without sending them running.I cracked the bedroom door open and peeked out. Empty. No Hugo. No traps. Clear.I stepped out quietly and made my way down the stairs toward the dining room.And there he was.Hugo sat at the long breakfast table, surrounded by both our families, younger cousins, and Grandma Graciela. Ever

That morning, I woke not to an alarm—but to someone, or rather a someone, staring at me from too close a distance.“Hello,” Hugo whispered.I nearly hit him with a pillow—fortunately, I remembered we were in a luxurious villa on our honeymoon.“Why are you looking at me like that?” I croaked.“I’m just making sure you’re real,” he said, brushing my hair—still somewhat messy. “Not a dream from eating too many oysters last night.”“And your verdict?”“You’re real,” he replied, smiling. “And your hair… it’s spectacular. Like modern abstract art.”I nudged his face gently. “Never say that in public.”“Alright. But… you’re still captivating,” he whispered, and kissed the tip of my nose before I could dash to the bathroom.An hour later, we stood on the villa’s balcony. I wore a casual dress and straw hat, while Hugo wore a white linen shirt and shorts. It should have been the perfect honeymoon vista.But of course it wasn’t—because Hugo pulled me to the poolside just as a server appeared w

Hugo’s catch saved me not only from an ungainly tumble but also from losing the last scraps of dignity I still clung to after the bikini fiasco.“You really must be more careful, Mrs Cassilas,” he whispered, his still-wet chest pressed far too close for my heart’s comfort.I eased him away, lungs working overtime, though not from shock so much as from the steady assault my husband launched on every line of defense I had left.A few minutes later, freshly changed and sipping chilled watermelon juice, Hugo handed me a small flyer.“I have a romantic idea for this afternoon,” he declared, cross-legged on the bed in a white T-shirt and loose linen pants that made him look like a yoga prince. I narrowed my eyes, wary.“You know, your last ‘romantic idea’ ended with water in my ears and a bikini nearly swept away.”“This one is guaranteed to be more elegant,” he said, bright with enthusiasm. “We’ll cycle through the old village—apparently it’s full of aesthetic photo spots.”My curiosity st