On his bed which was still a mess full of roses and Jasmine's dress was still lying on the floor, Keenan lay down while staring at the ceiling of the hotel room. he smiled when he remembered the sacred night between himself and his wife which had only been woven once and it felt so memorable.
Drett ... drett ...
Keenan's smartphone, which had been lying on the nightstand beside the bed since yesterday, rang. He immediately grabbed it and saw that there was an incoming call from his father.
"Hello, Dad," said Keenan when he connected with Ethan.
"You've woken up, daddy thought you were still sleeping."
Keenan blushed, his father must have guessed what happened between him and Jasmine last night.
"Eh, I've been up since earlier, Dad. What's up calling this early in the morning?" he asked then.
