Eva Miller had been in low spirits for several days in a row, so Luke Land specially put aside his work to stay with her.
"How about we go to France in a few days? Just treat it as… a honeymoon trip?"
It was a bit late, but this was something he had always wanted to make up for. Back then, he and Eva Miller had married in such a rush, they hadn't even had a wedding, let alone a honeymoon.
"I… don't want to go."
"But I want to go." He didn't think too much before making the decision, and in the end, Eva could only resign herself and get on the plane with him.
He had once looked forward to this honeymoon for a long time as well, but in the end it had just fizzled out.
The plane landed at the airport in France a little after eight in the evening.
A dedicated driver came to pick them up and take them to the hotel. A waiter led them to the presidential suite. After taking a shower, Eva lay on the bed looking a bit tired, idly flipping through a magazine.
