That night, Stefan stayed at the beach until the next morning before returning to the villa.
When he arrived, Martha was curling up on the couch.
She was still upset about what happened last night and couldn't understand how Stefan managed to remain so calm.
Deep down, she knew that Stefan had no idea that she was a fake. She just didn't know how things went wrong between them.
When Stefan came back, Martha looked up at him pitifully but didn't say anything.
He felt a pang in his heart, yet he knew that Martha before him was fake.
He walked towards her and stopped right in front of her. Then he reached out and gently placed his hand on her shoulder while giving her an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry, I've been under too much mental pressure recently, so I..."
Stefan didn't finish his words, but Martha had understood what he meant.
She lowered her head with gritted teeth and made herself look sad as she replied softly, "It's okay; I understand."
Stefan sighed helplessly and sat down next to her, saying in a gentle tone, "I reflected on myself last night after rejecting you. I finished all the important matters at work today. Since we just got married, why don't we go for our honeymoon together?"
He continued, "This is an opportunity for me to spend more time with you."
As soon as Martha heard this proposal from Stefan, Martha who was sad looked up at him, and all of her unhappiness disappeared.
"Did you really mean it?"
"Great! When do we leave?" Martha exclaimed.
"We'll leave tonight," Stefan replied with deep affection in his eyes as he looked at Martha beside him.
Martha stood up excitedly and headed towards the dressing room. "I'll go pack my bags now."
She walked into the dressing room with a happy face, constantly thinking about how to win over Stefan when they spent time alone.
With this rare honeymoon trip, she was sure she could make it.
Sitting on the sofa and watching her walk away, Stefan furrowed his eyebrows and fell into deep thought.
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