Vows and Bullets
Chapter 47: Honeymoon (Part 2)

Chapter 47: Honeymoon (Part 2)

After preparing ourselves and wearing branded outfits that our stylists packed for us, we headed out to the restaurant inside the hotel we were staying in. It was another luxurious restaurant we specifically chose in order to have an "accidental" encounter with our first target, Ms. Ma-Ri Choi.

In regards to the "accidental" encounter, we didn’t speak to her yet since that wouldn’t make sense for a couple who supposedly love each other and were currently on their honeymoon to suddenly get into business mode by introducing ourselves as her father’s acquaintance. Instead, we merely made our presence known by simply standing nearby or being within her peripheral vision and acting sweet towards each other like the newly wedded couple we were supposed to be.

Despite our zero dating experience, Agent Helios and I managed to pull it off somehow, thanks to all the movies we watched and books we read about dating and being husband and wife.

Still, I wasn’t used to all the sweetness—from kissing casually to hugging, holding hands, or linking arms while walking, and ugh... the random touches on my arm, waist, neck, head, or wherever. We practiced this at Mythos before but still... ugh. I hated the feeling, but I had to act as if I was 100% comfortable with it and liked it. I wonder how he’s taking this all in without cringing.

After breakfast, we headed out to the mall and nearby marketplaces to buy random stuff, which Ms. Choi also went to with her handsome bodyguards and a few escorts—or perhaps, "harem" would be the better term. If I wasn’t mistaken, they were her boy toys who served her in bed. She’s like a modern empress with many handsome men in her harem. No wonder articles about how "she’s living the dream" spread all over the country.

"Are you sure this is gonna work?" I asked Agent Helios, whispering to his ears.

We were sitting outside, drinking some juice to rehydrate ourselves from all the walking. It’s summer, and it’s hot outside—all the more it would be once noon comes. I hope that before it comes, we can finish baiting her.

"Yes, it will," he whispered back.

"Maybe you’re not her type, that’s why she’s not looking."

"You’re not that observant, are you?"

"Excuse me, I am observant."

"Then you should have noticed she kept asking her escorts since earlier."

"Isn’t she just flirting with them?"

"Yes, and no. She saw me earlier, and she’s checking me out. But she’s not making it obvious because of the reporters around." He glanced to his left and right, then continued, "You see those? They are disguised reporters who will surely write mean things about her if she dared approach me in broad daylight."

"Why would she care about gossip from the media? She’s already known to be promiscuous, and look at her dating five men at once. That’s enough to gossip about. I never thought she’d care about things like that."

"Normally, she wouldn’t, but since I’m the son of my prestigious father, she wouldn’t dare do that to me, especially when I’m with my wife that I declared I love so much."

"Eww..." I couldn’t help but cringe at those words.

He immediately squinted his eyes, subtly glaring at what I was doing.

"Hey. Fix your facial expression and keep up with our act."

"Yes, boss."

I wanted to roll my eyes so badly, but I couldn’t, so I just grabbed the juice float I ordered and drank it straight.

"Ugh... it’s so hot."

"So unladylike of you to drink it straight like that. Show some proper manners, would you? If you don’t, you’re going to be the target of those reporters."

"What’s wrong with doing that when I’m so thirsty?"

He then turned to me and leaned closer as he stretched his hand towards me. With his thumb, he gently brushed the corner of my lips. For some reason, my heart jumped when I felt its warmth on my lips.

"H-Hey, what are you doing?"

"Wiping the cream on your mouth." He sighed. "Seriously, are you a child?"

"O-Oh, the cream. I thought you were going to kiss me again."

His eyebrows raised, probably surprised by what I said, but then it was replaced with a smirk as soon as it came.

"I didn’t know you looked forward to it so much."

"What? No, I don’t! It’s just... I think we’re kissing a little too much, so I’m wary that you might kiss me again. I’m not looking forward to it, you got that?"

"Denying it with all your might, huh? That’s one sign of lying, though."

"I’m not lying!"

"Your tone."

Switching to a lower and calmer tone, I repeated, "I said I’m not lying."

"It’s alright. I understand if you like kissing me. My lips are indeed irresistible."

"Ewww. Are you hearing yourself? Ugh... what a narcissist."

"Your expression."

"Well, if you keep pissing me off, my expression wouldn’t be anything good."

I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I slowly lost my temper with this guy.

"Eh? But it’s fun teasing you. Look at how red your face is turning."

He then pinched my cheeks, treating me like a child, and laughed at me. My eyes widened, baffled by what he was doing. Was this part of the sweet couple act?

"Stop it," I pouted as I tried to shove his fingers away.

But he didn’t let go, so I pinched him back.

"My, my. This wife of mine has such a vengeful soul."

"I’m not letting go unless you do."

"Too bad. Your cheeks feel so soft and squishy that I just..."

"I said stop it!"

He pinched my cheeks harder for the last time and finally let go.

"Aww, that hurts, you id*ot!"

Feeling the stinging pain in my cheeks, I did the same to him. I really am vengeful. But then, he just laughed at me, probably seeing how red my cheeks became. My skin had always been on the soft side and easily got red. I quickly massaged my cheeks and glared at him.

"I thought we’re supposed to be sweet? Why are you suddenly harassing me?"

"... Nothing," he replied, smiling so sweetly at me, for I don’t know why.

Then, his eyes stared at my lips. The next thing I knew, he was cupping my face and kissing me deeply. It wasn’t a greeting kiss or a casual kiss—it was a sweet kiss.

’Seriously, this guy... Isn’t he the one who likes kissing me? He’s just turning the situation around, making me the one who seems to be looking forward to it when I’m not!’

Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump!

’I said I’m not! Stop pounding like that. Ugh.’

As expected, this was all because we were kissing a little too often.