The next day, it was time to go to the Marwell Islands.

Lucas Knight got up very early and carried his still-asleep little wife onto the plane.

Midway through the flight, Eva Nightingale awoke to find herself nestled in the man’s firm embrace, with her small face buried in his chest.

"Awake?"

"Mm... Lucas, where are we going?"

He still looked like he hadn’t fully woken up, and she seemed particularly clingy upon just waking, actively embracing him and nuzzling against his chest before correcting herself:

"Hubby... Mm, are you really taking me to the Marwell Islands?"

"I am." He looked down at her, surprised that she dared to doubt him.

This was a carefully planned honeymoon trip, and during this time, he hoped they were genuinely honeymooning. For the year ahead, he hoped she’d truly consider him her man.

It seemed this little woman was indeed obedient; she strictly adhered to the terms of the contract, calling him "husband" so warmly he felt his heart melt.

"Darling, I hope you enjoy this honeymoon. I hope... during this brief marriage, you can give me your body and soul. I will cherish and love you with my life."

She didn’t doubt his pledge to love her with his life!

She quickly reached out to cover his seductive lips, pretending to be angry: "Lucas Knight, I don’t want you to love me with your life, but with your heart and actions..."

"Is that how it is?" He suddenly kissed her lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the surface, and said, "Is this how you want to be loved?"

"Mm, that’s not it! I’m not rested enough yet." She blushed and buried her face in his shoulder, holding onto him to prevent him from kissing her; yet her lips ended up on his bronzed skin, and the warm, moist sensation caused his skin to tingle as he tightened his embrace.

He exerted great self-control to restrain the flames within him, thus avoiding turning the situation immediately passionate, letting this little fairy spark fires all over him.

Yes, from the moment they got their marriage certificate, he’d devoted himself to her. In this one-year term, he was her lawful husband, no matter how this little fairy decided to torment him.

Several hours later, the plane landed at the Marwell Islands.

Looking down from the plane, the sea and sky were one, with pleasant climate and scenery, making it the perfect vacation spot, frequented by many couples. Eva naturally loved this place, demonstrating Lucas, the big boss, was nothing but romantic rather than dull.

"We’ve arrived, my woman." His long, slender hand wrapped around Eva’s waist, drawing her close.

Eva: Boss, are you always this domineering?

"President, accommodations have been arranged. You and Madam will disembark and take the car to the villa for a meal first." The subordinate respectfully said, "The car is already waiting."

"Mm." Lucas Knight nodded.

Eva Nightingale stood up, her small hands entwining his ten fingers, seemingly eager to see the Marwell Islands’ scenery.

At this moment, it was about 6 PM, with a red glow painting the sky, complemented by the azure sea and the fragrant scent of flowers; what could be more romantic?

Eva tugged at Lucas Knight’s fingers, eager to move forward: "Mm... Hubby, let’s go!"

Hearing this, he smiled, and the next moment, he interlocked his fingers with hers, closely following behind her. As they disembarked, he suddenly picked her up, and with a whirlwind motion, Eva fell into his sturdy chest.

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