The next morning, Viona departed early for the airport. Leaving Ethan so soon after their marriage was the last thing she wanted to do. She had fought hard against her deep-seated urge to cling to him, to watch over him every second—her growing addiction to him was the hardest thing she had ever had to conquer.
"I will call you every single night! You have to answer, okay?" she insisted, looking at him intently.
"Okay," Ethan replied softly.
"Be careful with everything, all right?"
"Okay."
"When you get off work, don't linger. Go straight home as quickly as possible, okay?"
"Okay..."
Having exhausted her list of worries, Viona finally picked up her suitcase. Ethan watched her leave, his mind a whirlwind of bittersweet emotions.
Does she really miss me that much already?
Recalling the sheer warmth of her devotion, a gentle heat bloomed in Ethan's chest. It was a feeling he wanted to hold onto forever.
An Unexpected Friendship
"So, when will you be home?"
