When you go up to the top floor of the world's second best 6-star hotel, a king's suite that covers the entire floor welcomes you. Even though you've seen many luxurious hotels in your life, seeing such luxury for the first time causes a surprised laughter to escape your lips. You let go of the skirts of your satin wedding dress and walk over to examine the large terrace.

The terrace, which has a view of the entire city under your feet, also has a large jacuzzi with dim lighting. You come to the edge of the railings, hold on and take a look at the city view filled with colorful lights. Involuntary sentences spill out of your mouth.

"Wow..."

Chris leaves his jacket on the king-size bed as he passes by and follows you out onto the terrace.

"I guess you like it already?"

You roll your eyes with a smile and glance over your shoulder at him. Your blonde hair sways in the air in the light breeze.

"I'm assuming you didn't ask that."

With a slight grin, he pulls out his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, places a stick between his lips, and lights it. He comes over to you and leans against the railing as he blows the gray smoke into the air.

"When I promised you that I would make your life a paradise, I wasn't just trying to charm you."