Kyla looked at Martin Weiss and said, âLetâs have breakfast first. After that, youâll take your medicine and weâll go out.â
Martin Weiss said nothing to her and just told the servant to serve breakfast.
The servant looked surprised to see their master having breakfast with the mistress but dared not ask any questions.
Breakfast was served. Kyla and Martin Weiss ate it together. Martin Weiss took a glimpse of Kyla out of the corners of his eyes. She seemed a little different than usual today.
âIs it because she let her hair down?â
Kyla was the first to finish her breakfast. Martin Weiss was still eating when she finished, so she looked at him and told him todayâs itinerary. âWeâre going to Moon Lake later. Weâll have lunch somewhere around there before watching a movie. After the movie, weâll go shopping at the mall nearby and come home for dinner.â
âThatâs it?â He narrowed his eyes. He was surprised that the itinerary she arranged was⦠much simpler than he thought.
It was like a normal coupleâs day out.
Kyla smiled and said, âYes, thatâs it. Of course, Iâll stay with you until midnight after we get home. Youâll be free once the clock strikes 12.â
He found the word âfreeâ somewhat irritating.
After Martin Weiss took his breakfast and medicine, Kyla and Martin Weiss left the mansion for Moon Lake.
They often came to Moon Lake back when they were dating. Moon Lake was also a famous spot among many lovers, so it was nicknamed Loverâs Lake in L City.
There were indeed many couples at Moon Lake. Kyla and Martin Weiss got out of the car and walked down the boulevard.
Kyla suddenly reached out and took Martin Weissâs hand.
He stiffened instantly. âWhat are you doing?â
âHolding your hand. Before we got married, we used to hold hands when we came here, didnât we?
Since weâre married now, isnât it natural for us to hold hands? Today, I want us to be a regular married couple,â Kyla said slowly.
My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!
â Martin Weiss pursed his thin lips. He eventually did not shake off Kylaâs hand but let her hold it.
The two of them walked, and Kyla used her phone to take photos of the scenery along the way.
âMartin Weiss, letâs take a photo together,â she said suddenly.
âIs that necessary?â he asked.
âYes,â she said. It would be a memory she could recall afterward.
He said nothing more, so Kyla found a passerby and asked them to take their photo.
âSmile! One, two, three!â the passerby said as they took the photo. Then, they said regretfully, âMadam, your husband didnât smile. Do you want me to take another photo for you?â
âOh, itâs fine. Thank you,â said Kyla. She knew Martin Weiss would not smile even if they took another.
Taking the phone back, Kyla looked at the photo taken on the phone.
In the photo, she was beaming, while Martin Weiss was expressionless, ice-cold, and even seemingly impatient.