Chapter 30: Peaceful

Margarette fell asleep during the 5 hours flight from New York to Los Angeles. When they arrived in the country, it was already past midnight. She could feel her energy draining rapidly that it was too hard for her to keep her eyes open.

The last thing she remembered was the pilot announcing that they will be arriving shortly. When she regained consciousness, she was already in a large, dim room. The bed was so soft under her frail body.

She yawned and tried to sit up, the strap was slipping through her soft shoulder. She didn't know where she was, but she's certain that they have already arrived at their destination.

"So you're finally awake," a voice of a man said, startling her. She looked over her shoulder and saw the back of a man sitting on the bed.

"Sir...?" she muttered.

"Husband," he said coldly. "That's how you must address me from now on, wife."

She blinked her eyes. Her heart jumped against her chest as the butterflies in her stomach moved. She gulped.

"Y-Yes... husband,