The man in the casanova mask

Shen walked out of the ballroom with his wife in his arms. Lina's eyes were glued to his face. He was looking straight ahead, walking through the lobby.

He just wanted to bring her home and wrap her up, attend to her wounds and tuck her safely up in bed.

And then he'd keep her there for a few days so he could have her all to himself.

A devilish smile appeared on his face as he thought about monopolising her attention.

Lina's eyes sparkled in wonder. Could there ever be a more handsome man than the on holding her?

The man from her dreams, the man she she had committed her heart to.

Just as she was revelling in her good luck, a nightmare shrouded them.

She heard a familiar and unwelcome voice shrieking, preceding the appearance of a ridiculous neon person who she couldn't seem to shake.

As they had been on their way out, a sulking neon prime minister had been moping about in the lobby.

Noticing the beautiful woman in Shen Moshi's arms that he so desperately wanted to woo, a sudden familiarity about her hit him.

He forgot to watch his mouth and began running towards them.

"I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! MY HEART IS TRUE! Ms. Mito, it really is you! Ms. Mito! MS. MITO!!!"

Shen froze in his spot. Enough was enough.

This ridiculous man was inadvertently and foolishly calling more attention to the low key couple than they wanted.

"Shen, this is not good...he's too loud." Lina whispered to her husband.

As the stupid pink-suit clad, bling-covered maniac scampered towards Lina, Shen placed her gently on her feet before gracefully pivoting his body to cover his wife and-

BAM!

Before the stupid man knew what hit him, Shen's fist slammed into his face.

The PM of B nation lay on the ground in stupor, falling unconscious.

Lina gasped.

"Hubby, was that necessary?"

Shen turned to her with an annoyed expression.

"Why? Did you want me to spare this man after he publicly tried to steal my wife? Twice?! What kind of a spineless man do you think I am?"

His butt-hurt retort made her giggle a little. But then she looked around to check for onlookers, just to make sure nobody heard his troublesome shrieks revealing her identity.

She didn't notice anyone in the empty lobby, but a chill ran down her back.

"Shen, this idiot could have ruined everything..."

He rubbed her bare back, after realising she was shivering.

"Angel, I'm right here next to you. Always. Don't worry."

He kissed the top of her head and covered her in his warm jacket.

As she felt his body heat embrace her bare shoulders and his familiar scent envelop her, she relaxed.

The beautiful couple then exited the Golden Dragon Presidential Hotel as gracefully as they entered.

As they left, a young man in his late twenties, in his signature loose clothing and a venetian casanova mask stepped out from the shadows in the lobby Shen and Lina had just exited.

He ran his hand through his long hair, smiling to himself. The look on his face would have a thousand girls swooning.

He picked up his phone and made a phone call.

"Mari, I believe we know who the wife is. It'll be easier to track her this time."

With that he laughed softly to himself, enjoying the chaos this Mito woman had caused to his carefully laid out plans.

Whoever she was, he would surely find out.

"What an interesting find she is...delightful! Delightful!"

The wife, she aroused a part of him he didn't know existed. Innocent-eyed, yet dangerous.

It was a good thing he hadn't managed to kill her the first time. After his war with the arrogant Moshi devil was over, maybe he'd keep his woman for entertainment.

-- back at the Moshi mansion --

The first thing Shen did when they got back to the mansion was help his wife undress and tend to her injuries.

As he was helping her undo her corset he sighed at how dreadfully uncomfortable it looked.

"Baby...maybe I shouldn't let you buy clothes that hurt your body and suffocate you."

"Sometimes we women must sacrifice comfort for beauty..." Lina said with a heavy sigh, repeating the words of the great designer June.

This reminded her of the pain in her abdomen and lower back.

And women had the pain of menstrual cramps, childbirth, dealing with overprotective husbands...oh dear.

As she held her stomach and groaned, the overprotective husband irritated her more.

"What's wrong! What's wrong?! I'm calling Dr. Yoshi! Sit down, angel, stop aggravating your injuries by exerting yourself."

His ordering and panicking was just too much for Lina right now.

She picked up a pillow and slammed the devil's face with it, leaving him speechless yet again.

This woman was getting way too gutsy, he thought.

"Hubby, it's just my time of the month! Dr. Yoshi is not needed! Stop annoying me!"

"Okay, okay, at least lay down to rest your body while I apply medicine on these scratches."

Giving in to his request, she lay herself down on the fort of pillows her arranged for her on the bed.

His caring, efficient hands tended to every little bruise and scratch on her body with gentleness and love.

As she watched him, she realised he must have done this for her everyday for three months while she lay in the coma, not knowing if she would wake up at all.

His heart would have broken a million times with tending each wound on her body.

The flashback of their wedding came back into her head, his smiling face, and his promise to always protect her.

She touched his hand gently, stopping him.

"Hubby...I'm fine. Trust me, I just let them do this so I could humiliate them for slinging mud at our relationship."

Listening to her words, there was an indescribable happiness in Shen's heart.

"You remembered our wedding vows today..." he said to her gently, touching her soft cheek.

"Yes, I did. Every moment spent with you, is a moment towards bringing our past and our love back."

"Impossible, angel. Our love may be buried with your memories, but it never left."

With this fulfilling, uplifting feeling, Lina fell asleep in the arms of her most beloved husband.