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Garaine Turner sat on the beach, enjoying the gentle sunshine. She gazed at the beach stretching alongside the waters while enjoying the sight of the waves which came onto the sand, soothing it. She smiled, enjoying the percussion of waves that sounded like a lullaby. Her feet rested on the soft golden sand which provided the right amount of comforting warmth.
"Garaine, how long are you going to sit there?" Weylin said, holding two coconuts in his hand. Extending his hand, he gave one of the coconuts to her. "Have some coconut water. It's good."
"Thanks," Garaine smiled a bit, taking the coconut.
Holding the thin straw between her fingers, she brought it near her lips, taking a sip of the coconut water. As the sweet, nutty flavour of coconut water s
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Garaine was looking on the themed restaurant, enjoying the pleasant atmosphere. Thanks to Weylin Turner, she went to a special themed restaurant for the first time in her life. Holding the designed menu card in her hand, she was going through all the items on it."May I take your order?" The waiter asked in a gentle tone, flashing a professional smile at the couple.A confused Garaine glanced at her husband, asking for help. Understanding her hints, he decided to order. As he was almost done ordering, he glanced at his wife."Do you want to add anything?" Weylin asked."Please add a plate of garlic shrimp," Garaine smiled, eyes twinkling with excitement.
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"Well, Mr Turner, can I tell Lucia that I am married?" Garaine asked, fidgeting, sitting on the couch of their hotel room."Hm?" Weylin, who just came out of the bathroom while wiping his face, gazed at her. "Alright.""Huh?" Garaine's eyes bulged out at his affirmation. She didn't expect him to agree that easily. "Is it really okay if I let her know?""Yeah," Weylin replied casually, not minding her surprised facial expressions. Helping himself with a glass of water, he stood facing her while resting his back against the edge of the table. "We are in Hawaii and it has been a day since we got married. So it's okay.""Thank you," Garaine smiled.
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Weylin Turner was sleeping peacefully, snuggling into the soft cushion of the backrest of the couch. The sun hasn't risen yet, causing the prevalence of the chilly atmosphere. Covering his ears with the blanket, he moved a bit. Suddenly, he felt like someone was moving around in the room. Initially, he ignored the sensation but the more he ignored it, the more the frequency of the steps had increased. Opening his right eye, he glanced at his surroundings only to find his wife walking around, wearing a short gown. "Hm? What's up?" Weylin gazed at her with droopy eyes. He was still half asleep as he tried to figure out what she was doing. "Wake up, Mr Turner," Garaine smiled, eyes sparkling with excitement.
Chapter 40
"Mrs Turner!"Within a blink of an eye, Weylin pulled his wife by her hand, hiding behind a giant rock. Slipping his fingers into her hair, he pulled her close, causing her head to rest on his chest as if he was trying to protect her from the cruel world."Are you alright?!" The young master asked, his voice contoured with worry, cupping the back of her head gently."Y-yes," Garaine stuttered, still in a daze because of the sudden turn of events. She could feel the loud heartbeat of her husband as if his heart would jump out of his ribcage. Subconsciously, she clutched his shirt, forming wrinkles on it.Again the gunshots were heard, making Weylin scowl.
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"Brother Thomas?!" Garaine uttered, gazing at him with disbelief in her eyes.Lips curving upwards into a devious smirk, Thomas chuckled without humour. Running his fingers through his hair, he cracked his neck before his sharp gaze fell on Garaine."Do you like my surprise, Mrs Turne-" Thomas paused. Clicking his tongue, he continued. "I mean, Mrs Smith?""How do you know that he is not Claude Smith but Weylin Turner?" Garaine frowned, her hands clenched into fists. Suddenly, her eyes widened, brows almost disappearing into her hairline, as if she had realized something. "Don't tell me that you belong to some mafia gang!""It looks like our sweet Garaine has hit the bull's eye," Thom
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"Mr Turner…" Garaine uttered as soon as Weylin left her hand upon entering their hotel room.Weylin stopped, turning his back to his wife while the latter glanced at him, agitated. Weylin's shoulders slumped before he let out a deep breath."Freshen up, Mrs Turner," Weylin said in a low tone, his voice contoured with compunction. Without turning his face towards her, he continued. "It's been a long day. You should get some rest.""We need to talk," Garaine asserted, clenching her fists as she could apprehend the heavy tension in the atmosphere. She could clearly sense that her husband wasn't even a bit interested in talking to her."We can talk later," Weylin answered, turning
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