Rey seemed to have to be heartened, having learned that he was not Luana's first love.

The expression on the man's face slowly changed, which had previously highlighted deep jealousy has now returned to its original appearance.


Although he had allowed sparks to erupt in his heart, but now Rey really didn't need to worry because the one beside Luana was himself.

In line with what Luana said before the man opened his voice.

"Never mind, you don't have to think about it, Rey." Luana shifted her body to inch closer to the man. "Anyway, it's just a past love story because Mario and I live in the same neighborhood."


The more Luana explained, the more curious Rey became about it.

"Tell me a little more about you guys," he asked. "How close were you to that guy?"


Luana laughed spontaneously, still aware of the remnants of jealousy in her husband's tone of voice.

It was getting late, but it looked like this conversation would last a little longer.

"What, huh?" Luana blinked softly. "Mario and I are only a few years apart. Of all the friends I have, Mario's the only one who's never bullied me about whether or not I have parents."

Rey listened carefully, trying to put aside the uneasy feeling of hearing stories about his wife and another man.

"Mario is a good man, Rey," Luana did not hesitate to praise her friend. "When people laughed and mocked us for being orphans, he took a different path by being my friend. Maybe, because our family conditions are also not much different, that sense of compatibility is just present."

Luana looked dreamy again, but this time it was followed by a smile that hung at the corners of her lips.

"At least I had good times as a child because I had Mario to be my friend," she continued. "Maybe because of that, I decided that Mario was the first man I loved."

Hearing the sentence that his wife had loved another man, Rey spontaneously regretted having asked Luana to tell more.

Because it turned out to be that painful even just listening.

Rey couldn't help but grit his teeth, because again the god of jealousy still seemed to be spinning around the man's head.

"That's it. Enough, my dear," interrupted the nobleman in a hissing tone. "I don't want to hear about your love story with another man, Luana. Even if it's in the past, I just don't want to."

"You asked me earlier," Luana protested. "Right?"

Rey grinned.

"Yes, I did," he said half regretfully. "But I thought you wouldn't say you ever loved him."

Oh my, Rey!

Seeing the expression on her husband's face that turned sad again, Luana knew this was the right time for her to persuade him.

Rey still seemed upset despite his efforts to hide it, but Luana knew Rey's spontaneous reaction was simply because he didn't want to share herself with any man.

It didn't matter if it was ancient or modern, the point was that Rey wasn't willing. Period.

And so, out came the ultimate move from Mrs. Lueic's lips.

"Now I only love you, Rey," she whispered closely. Half teasing, half hoping that Rey's emotional state would improve again. "I'm here with you, that's all that matters, right?"

Like iced tea with a block of ice, it felt so good. Rey then smiled furtively just as Luana hugged him tightly, feeling his woman's growing embrace.

Taking a deep breath, Rey inhaled the scent of shampoo emanating from his wife's beautiful mane.

"That's right, that's right," Rey said, rubbing Luana's back. "That's all that matters, isn't it? You're mine now, my woman, my wife, the mother of my children. I'm the luckiest man alive, Luana."

Of course Luana had to nod. Because if she shook her head, it would be a long story.

"Of course, darling," Luana responded quickly, her tone of voice as casual as possible. "Of course, the past is there to help us move forward, not to be locked up in it. See I'm with you now because I've been through it all."

The sweeter Luana's words were, the tighter Rey's embrace for his wife became. Just then, the man remembered something.

"Honey!" he exclaimed under his breath. Lowering his head to look at Luana, Rey then unraveled their embrace.

"Hmm?"

"Wait, I remembered something."