VENUS & MARS [MPREG ENG VERSION]

THE BOWER'S SECRET

| CHAPTER XIV |

The calm waves of that sea could drown out the noise inside my head. I could sit on that sand and close my eyes just to hear the sound of nature around. I concentrated on thinking only of the good things, something I had been doing since I arrived in Greece.

The honeymoon had already lasted a week and apparently everything was going very well, although I was still a little worried about my future with Louis.

He gave me the attention and care I never got from him before. He would stop and listen to me, without insisting on appearing unpleasant at times when he normally would. The way he handled things was so automatic, that from time to time he would stop talking when he realized he didn't have to act that way.

While I found this extremely noble, there was a sense that he was just pretending to keep his stubbornness from getting in the way of plans. Louis wanted a perfect honeymoon and at that time we were already very close to perfection. We were always together, leaving the room only to admire the beauty of that place.

On laid-back days, we just stayed in the room making love or watching TV shows.

Being there with Louis always made me feel good, but at the same time it wasn't where I wanted to be. I wished I could go back to London just to have that honest conversation.

But on the other hand, I realized there were so many responsibilities on my hands and I couldn't manage even half of them. I had some business to run. A marriage. A new home to raise a family. It was everything I had, something that probably a lot of people in this world would love to have, too. But did I really want all of this?

And the answer became increasingly clear... I didn't want all of this.

"Won't you go to the sea?" asked Louis, walking towards me to get a towel.

"I've swam too many times already. I prefer just to watch today." I answered the moment I saw him next to me.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he said with reference to the ocean just in front of us.

"Yea... It really is."

I snapped a faint smile while an unforgettable memory passed through my head. Actually, there were two of them. The most recent one showed the painting that Harry had painted some time ago, the first time I saw him doing art.

I remember looking at the blue immensity of that painting and remembering one of the rarest moments I spent with my mother. I was still a young child being guided by her hand as small waves wet my feet in the sand.