Beckett stood by his words. His wife was taken to various places, and he made her experience the unique things Italy had to offer. Beckett didn't even allow her to dwell on problems for a few seconds. 
Every time she drifted off, even for a moment, thinking about her mother, Beckett immediately brought her back to the present.
“We’ll go back soon. For now, let’s enjoy the view.” Beckett pointed to the paintings inside the Scuola Grande di San Rocco—their last stop for the day.
Vivianne followed suit. She let herself be immersed in the elegance of the paintings and felt the emotions they conveyed. And as she looked around, one painting caught her attention.
[Miracle of The Slave by Jacopo Tintoretto]
“A slave was punished by his master because he prayed to the tomb of San Marco, causing him to be blind and have his legs fractured… But San Marco appeared, breaking the instruments used to torture the slave before he freed him,” Vivianne read the inscription below the painting. “How lucky.”
Beckett glanced at her. “What for?”
“For being saved.” Vivianne kept her gaze on the painting. She didn't say anything more, but Beckett could read what Vivianne wanted to express, even just through her eyes.
‘I hope someone will also save me from this misery.’
And Beckett will. He’s ready to be a saint or be the devil if that is the only way to save her.
ON THE SECOND day, Beckett and Vivianne stayed in their hotel. They watched movies, played board games, and, of course, indulged in their honeymoon. There were more moments of intimacy than rest.
Just like now. They had just finished showering and were lying on the bed watching another movie when Vivianne felt Beckett's hand caressing her thigh.
“Stop,” Vivianne said, keeping her focus on the screen. “We just finished, you know.”
“Why? Don’t you like it?” Beckett asked, his hand traveling upward—toward her core. “But you’re wet. Are you still going to deny how much you want me?”
Vivianne responded with a long moan. She had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip. She also spread her legs wider to give her husband more freedom to pleasure her.
And there, they once again shared the heat of their bodies, and Vivianne couldn’t wish for anything else but to repeat this experience.
“WOW, it’s delicious!” Vivianne exclaimed after tasting the Italian dish cooked by Beckett. “You’re really talented at cooking, aren’t you? It seems like the Lord has given you all the talents.”
The man grinned. “Maybe you’re just hungry, or maybe you just don’t cook well.”
Vivianne rolled her eyes and continued eating. It was only now that she had tasted such delicious food again. She usually just ate coffee and bread. She didn’t have the desire to do anything. It was like she didn’t have the desire to live anymore.
But that is not the case now. Right now, she feels extremely happy to be alive. Her smile widened as she thought about it.
Soon after, her phone vibrated, and when she checked who it was, her smile immediately disappeared.
[Alfred: When are you going home? No one’s managing the organization now. Go back as soon as you can.]
[Joan: Your father gave me the opportunity to handle the mafia while you’re not around. Enjoy, ma’am Vivianne! Take your time there. I can handle everything here.]
Vivianne grimaced as she read Joan's message. She clenched her fist, wanting to throw her phone far away, but fortunately, the food she was eating was delicious. Somehow, she managed to restrain herself.
“This woman is such a snake,” Vivianne muttered irritably.
“Who?” Beckett asked. At that moment, he seemed to forget the presence of the woman next to him.
“Oh, nothing—” Before Vivianne could finish her sentence, Beckett suddenly snatched her phone. He looked at the message she received. “Give that back to me,” she ordered.
But her husband didn’t obey.
“Joan…” Beckett furrowed his brow. “She’s your former colleague, right? In Syneverse Entertainment.”
“Mmm.” Vivianne nodded. “She’s Alfred’s person, and now, she’s aiming to snatch the mafia away from me. I don’t intend to stop her. She can shove that organization in her face if she wants.”
The only problem Vivianne was facing now was her mother. If she let Joan do what she alone used to do, she’d become dispensable.
Her mother’s safety could be at risk.
Instead of returning Vivianne’s phone, Beckett placed it in the drawer. “Don’t mind them and just eat. This is our honeymoon, remember? You should not think of anyone else but me.”
Vivianne simply nodded quietly and continued eating. When she tasted the delicious carbonara, her smile returned.
“Wear something comfortable tomorrow. We’re going somewhere,” Beckett instructed, catching Vivianne’s attention.
“Where?”
Beckett grinned before approaching her and whispering. “It’s a secret.”
“Tch.” Vivianne rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t fade.
There, she realized that she hadn’t stopped loving Beckett. She tried to suppress her feelings, thinking they would disappear if she didn’t see him too much.
But his absence just made her long for him even more… And Beckett feels the same way.
Vivianne's eyes widened as Beckett suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her. She almost lost her balance, but Beckett quickly steadied her by holding her waist with one hand.
The kiss was deep and passionate, but it lasted only for a moment before Beckett released her. However, his hand remained on the back of her neck, gently caressing it.
“Why did you stop?” Vivianne asked, her lips slightly parted.
“I promised that I’ll let you rest after our last s.ex,” Beckett replied, taking a deep breath. “And I don’t want to break my promise—”
Before Beckett could finish his sentence, Vivianne suddenly grabbed him and kissed him back. She held onto the sides of his neck with both hands and deepened the kiss they shared.
“Don’t think about anything else and just kiss me,” Vivianne said, looking into her husband's eyes. “This is our honeymoon, remember?”
“Indeed.” A smile slowly crept onto Beckett's lips before he lifted Vivianne onto the table. “Now, strip in front of me, baby. I want to feast your body while you’re spreading your legs for me.”
The next day was their last day in Italy. As Beckett had said to her yesterday, she wore a comfortable dress. She was wearing a branded t-shirt, pants, and rubber shoes, just like Beckett.
When she saw where Beckett had taken her, her eyes widened. “Wait... This is the famous event in Italy, isn’t it?”
“Carnevale di Venezia, yes.” Beckett nodded. “I know that you wanted to experience this, so here we are.”
“Thank you!” Vivianne smiled and reached out to her husband before he kissed her, but she quickly stepped back when she felt embarrassed. “U-Um…”
She cleared her throat before walking ahead to hide the blush on her face.
Beckett smiled before shaking his head. He followed Vivianne, but he quickly stopped when he saw someone approaching her.
“Ciao, Bella signora. Siete soli? Vuoi venire con me?” [Hello, beautiful lady. Are you alone? Do you want to come with me?]
"Huh?" Vivianne responded, puzzled.
She didn't understand Italian. She was about to look at Beckett to ask for his help, but she didn't expect her husband to be right behind her.
And she didn't expect the sharp look Beckett gave the man who spoke to her.
"Hands off my wife, Laurel. Or else I'll chop that away from you," Beckett said, his tone intimidating... and he wasn’t even joking.