Ch. 316..320: The President's Pregnant, Ex-Wife Chapter 316-320

Chapter 316: [Bonus Chapter]Chapter 316 – Be prepared, my queen, I might just surprise you

"Can I get a hug for old times’ sake? Since she’s here anyway, it shouldn’t be a big deal, right?"

Shandra subtly hinted to Sabrina that Robin was once hers. However, Sabrina was open-minded about Shandra’s request, thinking that a goodbye hug wouldn’t hurt.

To her astonishment, Robin had a completely different interpretation of the situation.

His expression remained cold as he stared at Shandra.

"Just so you know, Shandra, our relationship is purely business, and I won’t grant your request."

Sabrina raised an eyebrow and went back to what she was doing, realizing that Robin didn’t even acknowledge her presence or seek her approval before responding to Shandra.

This indicated that his decision was not influenced by her; it was simply what he wanted.

Shandra’s eyes dimmed as she witnessed Robin’s unwavering stance. Her admiration for him grew, along with her desire.

However, Robin had become devoted to one woman, and unfortunately, that woman wasn’t her.

"Is it because she’s here? If she wasn’t, I know you would have," Shandra pushed the boundaries a little, insinuating that Robin was only trying to please Sabrina.

Also, it was an indirect way of telling him to prove what he meant by sending Sabrina away.

Robin despised her cunning ways and was deeply upset. He would have ended the partnership, but he wanted to discuss it with Sabrina first.

"Even if she wasn’t, I still wouldn’t," he said emotionlessly. Shandra smiled and challenged him,

"Then let her excuse us."

She believed that if Sabrina excused them, Robin would revert back to his true self.

Perhaps he was only behaving this way to avoid offending Sabrina, but unfortunately for Shandra, Robin never liked being controlled.

The only woman he had given that power to so far was his ex-wife because she loved him unconditionally, and he knew that she would never intentionally hurt him.

"No. You have no right to dictate my life. You have no right to tell me what I should or should not do. If you have nothing else to say, then excuse me."

Robin turned abruptly and grabbed the intercom before Shandra could utter another word.

"Aria, please bring me my schedule for the week."

The color drained from Shandra’s face as she realized that Robin was done with her. He continued with his usual duties, completely ignoring her.

When Aria entered the office and approached Robin’s desk, he spoke to her as if Shandra didn’t exist.

"Only point out the most important ones. The non-urgent ones can be scheduled for next week," he said, lifting his head.

Seeing Aria still standing, he motioned for her to sit in the chair next to Shandra.

"Sit, Aria. This meeting is very important," he commanded.

Aria obeyed, and they continued their discussion about Robin’s meetings, completely disregarding Shandra’s presence. She had never felt so humiliated in her life.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, Shandra stood up and walked out of Robin’s office without saying goodbye.

As soon as the door shut, Robin felt a heavy weight lift from him. He couldn’t understand why he hadn’t noticed these triggers before.

Sabrina’s presence always brought a sense of lightness and calmness, but it was never the same with other women.

Robin let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and turned to Sabrina.

"My queen, I don’t think we should proceed with this meeting involving Shandra’s dad."

Sabrina pursed her lips slightly, and just as she was about to respond, Aria asked,

"Should I excuse you, sir and ma’am?"

"Stop the formality and call me by my name. I’m not your boss," Sabrina said casually but Aria refused since she was a co-owner.

"You are my boss or I would rather call you Mrs. Jewel."

"We..." Sabrina was about to say that ’we are not married’ but as if Robin discerned it, he quickly interjected,

"Yes, Aria, call her Mrs. Jewel but you can excuse us for now."

"Yes Sir," Aria smiled, stood up and left the office.

Left alone, Robin rose from his desk and went to sit in front of Sabrina. He began to break down everything for her,

"I am not suggesting this because I fear succumbing to her temptations. Believe me, once I make a decision, I stick to it."

He paused, and Sabrina eagerly awaited his conclusion.

"I am well aware of the lengths women can go to. What if she sets me up at that Casino? It would be similar to how Zayla manipulated those pictures on social media. My dear, they were never what they appeared to be."

Sabrina nodded in understanding but couldn’t help but ask, "How much profit would you gain from partnering with them?"

"Partnering with them would result in significant expansion of their clubs and casinos, potentially yielding hundreds of millions in additional profit for me."

As Sabrina heard about the financial benefits, she understood that it meant little to Robin.

However, no matter how she looked at it, other women like Vivian Shaw were also lurking in the shadows.

Others may also arise along the way, so how many businesses was Robin willing to lose simply because these women had special interests?

"If a similar issue arises with another company, will you continue severing partnerships based on your principles?"

Robin tensed slightly, but quickly regained his composure. "You’re right. I can’t keep pushing away good businesses because of a few cunning women. I will hire bodyguards instead, but..."

"But what?" Sabrina asked, relieved that he understood the underlying meaning of her words.

She knew that Robin would have to meet many business partners, and she might not always be able to accompany him.

They needed to find a compromise that would make it all worthwhile.

"But I hate being away from you. If I have business meetings outside of work hours, would you mind coming with me?" he asked earnestly.

Sabrina smiled and replied,

"For now, yes, but not when my belly becomes too big. You wouldn’t want a pregnant woman following you everywhere."

Robin had never taken her out in the past, even when she looked perfect without a protruding belly. So how could he be comfortable taking her everywhere now?

Well, Sabrina had no idea how deeply Robin loved her. His love was as vast as the ocean and as high as the sky. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, but one he was proud to feel now.

He knew there was no need to tell her. He would simply have to show her as the days went by.

"Be prepared, my queen. I might just surprise you."

Chapter 317: Chapter 317 – Robin’s Obsession With His Ex-Wife

Robin drove Sabrina back to her office, although he wasn’t the one behind the wheel.

He insisted on accompanying her until they reached her workplace.

"I’ll pick you up later," Robin said, planting a kiss on Sabrina’s cheek.

However, Sabrina frowned and felt the need to remind him,

"Robin, I have to go home tonight."

She immediately regretted her words when she saw Robin’s face turn pale, as if she had asked for something unthinkable. Sabrina couldn’t understand his reaction.

It was becoming clear to her that this man was becoming overly obsessed with her, as if she were the very air he breathed. It was starting to scare her.

Despite spending a week together, they had only indulged in warmth and kisses, never taking their relationship to the next level.

Sabrina occasionally caught a glimpse of desire in Robin’s eyes, which she initially attributed to his injuries when he never tried to satisfy them.

However, she now realized that his hesitance stemmed from his growing attachment to her, surpassing even his own self-care.

He was careful not to upset her and would go to great lengths to make her happy.

Robin felt saddened that she wanted to be away from him, thinking that he must have offended her since they hadn’t discussed her leaving anytime soon.

"But why? Are you bored with me?" Pain laced his voice as he asked, and Sabrina felt terrible.

"No, but you are now better. I only came to take care of you," she said softly, not intending to offend him or make him feel worse than he already was.

Robin pursed his lips. If he had known that trying to recover sooner would keep them apart, he would have endured more pain or pretended to be sicker, just to have her by his side.

"But I’m still not well. My chest hurts and my arms ache. Please, I need your care," he pouted like a little kid, and Sabrina couldn’t help but laugh.

"Stop fibbing. I know you’re fine," she said in an amused tone, but Robin’s expression remained serious as he pleaded,

"No, I’m not. I was only fine because you were with me, but if you’re not, I might even end up in the hospital."

"Robin..." Sabrina was about to argue, but knowing her, Robin already anticipated her response and interrupted,

"Please, Sabrina, don’t say no. Please. Just this week, and then we can discuss arrangements for next week."

There was something about his pleading that made Sabrina smile.

It reminded her of how much she had wanted him in the past, even when he had never been there for her. Now, he clung to her like glue, and it was difficult to separate him from her.

"Why do I have a feeling that you won’t let me go back to my father’s house?" she asked seriously. Robin didn’t deny it.

He was relieved for the gunshot, as it brought them together. If not, he would have spent the week alone like the lonely lion he was.

"Because you don’t belong there anymore. You only belong in my heart, so how can I live without you? Please, my queen, don’t make me suffer sleepless nights in my current condition," he pleaded, looking surprisingly pitiful for the elegant man he was.

Sabrina found the whole situation quite amusing, and since she was also enjoying her time with him, she didn’t refuse.

"Alright, just this week."

Now that Robin knew her reason for being with him, he began to think of ways to make her stay with him permanently.

"We’ll see about that," he said with a smirk.

A few days later...

It was a Friday night, and both Sabrina and Robin had finished their work for the day.

They enjoyed a delicious dinner at Sabrina’s father’s extravagant mansion. During the meal, Robin casually mentioned that they would be spending the weekend in Paris.

However, before they could jet off, they needed to return to the villa to catch their private flight.

"Sis, I’ll catch up with you when you get back," Lizzy said, giving Sabrina a warm hug.

Sabrina couldn’t help but feel a bit tense, remembering the conversation she

had with Matilda a week ago.

She hoped that Lizzy didn’t have any bad news to share.

"I hope everything’s alright," Sabrina said, her voice filled with concern.

Lizzy smiled shyly and reassured her,

"No, it’s nothing bad. I just need to make some arrangements."

Daniel had been putting a lot of pressure on her lately, and she needed someone to talk to. With everyone else busy, she planned to visit Sabrina at the villa or the office for some much-needed advice.

"Okay, we’ll be back by Monday," Sabrina promised, giving Lizzy one last hug before embracing her father, who was beaming with joy at Sabrina’s happiness.

When Robin informed him about the upcoming trip a few days ago, he insisted that they have dinner together before their departure.

"Sabrina, enjoy your life. You deserve the best," her father said, embracing her. Sabrina returned the hug, reciprocating his smile.

Devin hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Your man looks sexually frustrated. Please don’t be cruel."

Sabrina’s face turned as red as a tomato as she replied, "Devin, you’ve become so mischievous."

Devin laughed but stood by his words. "It’s the truth, my dear sister."

Sabrina shook her head and smiled at her best friend. "Matilda, I’m going to miss you."

Matilda smiled, but there was a lack of genuine emotion in her eyes, and the chemistry between them seemed to have faded when they embraced.

Sabrina realized that she hadn’t gone through with her plan yet and felt relieved.

As they drove away from the mansion, Sabrina felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. Robin was much better now, and she doubted if he still experienced any pain.

She knew he had fully recovered, yet he hadn’t even hinted at wanting sex, which seemed odd considering Devin’s comments.

The Robin she knew could engage in it every day without getting tired, but he had never even asked for it, content with the kisses they shared.

"Robin, are you absolutely sure we don’t need to bring anything with us?" Sabrina asked cautiously as they arrived at the villa.

Robin smiled and reassured her, "I am completely certain, my queen. Everything we require is already there."

A mischievous grin played on his face as they stepped onto the private jet. Robin had built a runway at the villa, allowing their jet to be conveniently parked nearby.

As soon as Sabrina was prepared, Robin’s arm was already encircling her waist. "I guarantee you, this will be the most incredible weekend of your life."

Chapter 318: Chapter 318 - In 250 languages and for 311 times, my queen...

Eight hours later, the private jet touched down on the soil of Paris. Both Robin and Sabrina had managed to get a good sleep during the flight from New York City to Paris, leaving them feeling refreshed and full of energy.

As they stepped off the plane, Sabrina was taken aback by the cold morning weather. To her surprise, Robin pulled out a coat for her.

"You knew it would be cold?" she asked, a smile forming on her face.

Robin smiled back, helping her into the coat. "I told you I have everything you need," he replied.

Sabrina beamed and he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Jewel," a tour guide greeted them at the airport. "My name is Adam Jules."

Adam, a young man in his early twenties, was handsome and had a charming French accent. Robin offered a small smile and shook his hand.

"It’s nice to finally meet you, Adam. We’ve been communicating through phone and email."

Adam’s face lit up as if he had just met his idol. "I’m honored to meet you in person, Mr. Jewel. I’m sure you and your beautiful wife will have an amazing time."

Sabrina understood that Robin had made all the arrangements, referring to her as his wife. It used to be a bittersweet feeling when he first started doing it, but now, it was nothing but sweet.

I want nothing less than that, so where do we go from here?" Robin asked eagerly.

Adam smiled and led them to a Citroen C6, saying,

"The first item on the list is an hour’s drive from here. If you’re rested enough, we can make a stop there before heading back to the hotel. We need to be on the jet back to NYC tomorrow evening, so we don’t have much time to waste."

"Let’s make the stop," Robin replied determinedly.

Adam nodded, opened the door for the couple, and they settled into the backseat. The driver turned around and greeted them politely in French, surprising Sabrina.

"You speak French?" Sabrina asked as the vehicle began to move. Robin chuckled and replied,

"No, he simply welcomed us. It’s basic."

"I see. So how many times have you been to France?" Sabrina asked with genuine interest, knowing that Robin used to travel frequently during their marriage. Surprisingly, he had reduced his travels after their divorce.

"I’ve lost count, but it has always been for business," Robin replied. Sabrina decided to tease him a little, saying, "And some pleasure, I assume."

Robin knew she was right, as he used to travel with other women back then. Unable to deny the allegation, he shifted his attention to the window, finding the view interesting.

Sabrina didn’t taunt him any further, taking the opportunity to enjoy the sightseeing and making the hour-long journey feel like just a few minutes.

"I hope you enjoy the first item on the list, Mr. and Mrs. Jewel," the tour guide said, instantly creating a distance between them.

"What place is this?" Sabrina asked, and Robin smiled.

"It’s called the Jehan Rictus Garden Square. Have you heard of it?" he asked.

Sabrina shook her head as they strolled through the garden. Despite the presence of other tourists, Sabrina felt as if she was the only one, her love for gardens making her feel connected to the surroundings.

The tour guide had gone ahead to make arrangements, so when Robin reached his destination, there was nobody there except him and Sabrina.

He looked at Sabrina, who was staring strangely at the subject of interest.

"My queen, this is my first reason for bringing you here," he said, gesturing towards the wall.

Sabrina looked confused. "To this wall? What are those writings?" she asked, her confusion growing as she struggled to read the words.

"They are the same words written in 250 languages and featured 311 times," Robin explained. Sabrina’s eyes widened as she drew closer to the wall.

"What words are those?" she asked curiously, trying to understand the meaning behind the words.

Robin grinned. "Let’s find it. Which word can you read?" He inquired.

Sabrina gazed at the expansive 40-meter square wall, her eyes eventually catching sight of it, causing tears of joy to well up.

"You brought me here to confess your love?" she questioned.

This gesture from Robin deeply touched her, as she knew he wasn’t typically the romantic type. However, she struggled to find the words to express her gratitude.

"In 250 languages and for 311 times, my queen, I want to reiterate over and over again that I LOVE YOU. You are the only woman I will ever love or utter these words to for the rest of my life," Robin declared, intertwining their hands and pledging from the depths of his heart.

Sabrina was overwhelmed with a flood of emotions, her eyes welling up at the sight of the love-themed wall spanning 40 square meters (430 sq ft) in the Jehan Rictus Garden square in Montmartre, Paris, France.

Robin felt a sense of satisfaction at her reaction, believing that it was all worth it. This was the birthday gift he had meticulously planned for her, but there was more.

Since she seemed to love this place even more than he had anticipated, he decided to share a bit of its history with her, as he had visited before.

At that time, he never imagined bringing any woman here, but the moment he realized how deeply he loved her, he knew he had to bring her to this special spot.

"This wall, a masterpiece created twenty-three years ago by the talented artists Fédéric Baron and Claire Kito, is a stunning composition of 612 tiles made from enameled lava."

"Each tile proudly displays the phrase ’I love you’ in 250 different languages, a testament to the universal language of love. My queen, I can’t help but feel that this wall was destined for you. It’s the reason why I brought you here."

Sabrina’s eyes, filled with joy and tears, remained fixated on the wall as she eagerly asked,

"How long can we stay here?"

Robin smiled warmly, allowing her a moment to collect her emotions, and replied,

"For as long as you desire, my queen."

Sabrina couldn’t tear her gaze away from the glistening tiles, each one bearing the same heartfelt words in a multitude of languages.

To her, there was nothing more romantic than this, making it the best birthday present she had ever received.

Turning to Robin, she wiped away her tears and, standing on her toes, pressed her lips against his.

It was a kiss filled with an overwhelming passion, surpassing any they had shared before.

When they finally broke apart, Sabrina looked into Robin’s eyes, her own filled with sincerity, and confessed,

"I love you, Robin. I never stopped loving you."

Robin’s eyes welled up with emotion upon hearing her genuine declaration of love once again.

Their lips met once more, sealing their love, and as they pulled away, he gazed at her adoringly and asked,

"Are you ready for the second surprise?"

Chapter 319: Chapter 319 - Will You Marry Me Again?

"Are you ready for the second surprise?" Sabrina’s eyes widened in anticipation.

"Another surprise?" she asked, astonishment evident in her voice as she gazed into Robin’s handsome face.

Robin couldn’t help but find her reaction amusing. "My queen, I will never be tired of seeing that amazing look on your face. Yes, there’s another surprise, and I know you’ll love it because you’re hungry."

Sabrina smiled, realizing that she hadn’t even noticed her hunger until Robin mentioned it.

Taking one last glance at the wall of ’I love yous,’ she nodded her head. "Okay, let’s go."

Lost in her own world of love and sightseeing, Sabrina only snapped back to reality when the car came to a stop.

Stepping out of the car, she was immediately mesmerized by the view of two islands nestled in the middle of the Seine, right at the heart of Paris.

"What place is this?" she asked, her confusion evident. Robin glanced at the tour guide, who had returned with a bag in his hand.

"This is Ile de la Cité or Ile Saint-Louis," the tour guide explained. Seeing Sabrina’s puzzled expression, he continued,

"The more majestic one, Ile de la Cité, is steeped in history. It’s the birthplace of Paris, home to the Gothic Sainte-Chapelle, and the site of the prison where Marie Antoinette was held before her execution."

Sabrina reminisced about her history lessons on Marie Antoinette, the last queen of France.

However, her attention was quickly captivated by the magnificent Notre Dame and the picturesque bridges spanning the Seine.

The tour guide noticed Sabrina’s fascination and elaborated,

"Ile Saint-Louis, a charming island, offers a more provincial experience with its cozy traditional eateries, quaint boutiques, and reputedly the best ice cream in the city."

"I’ll let you form your own opinion, but this is an essential part of Paris, from its earliest days to its modern allure," the guide added.

Robin, eager to go shopping, was reminded by his pregnant wife that they needed to eat first, as they had not had a meal since their flight.

"Let’s grab a bite first," Robin suggested, and the tour guide led them to one of the traditional eateries.

Sabrina was delighted by everything, especially by how considerate Robin had been in arranging dishes that wouldn’t upset her stomach.

After finishing their meal, they embarked on their shopping spree. Sabrina carefully selected gifts for Matilda, Lizzy, Devin, her father, and Cecilia.

Touched by her thoughtfulness, Robin also picked out gifts for Daniel, Cecilia, and Cobby.

Later, they took a leisurely stroll along the Seine near the Île St. Louis. The tour guide retrieved a blanket from his bag and spread it on the grass for them to sit on.

He placed their dessert, a bowl of creamy ice cream, in front of them.

After indulging in the sweet treat, they sat on a cozy blanket, gazing at the picturesque sienna and watching the boats and pedestrians pass by.

It was the perfect spot to unwind and appreciate the surroundings, which is exactly what they were doing.

"Do you like it here?" Robin inquired, eager for Sabrina’s response. A grateful and adoring smile adorned her lips as she replied,

"Very much. Thank you for bringing me here."

Robin smiled in return and said,

"The pleasure is all mine. I thought you deserved a break after working so hard."

"And I am certainly unwinding," Sabrina beamed, relishing the gentle breeze and the breathtaking view.

Later, they were chauffeured to a luxurious five-star hotel. Due to spending two weeks together at the villa, they shared the same room only for a quick nap.

As evening fell, they dined at the hotel’s opulent restaurant before changing into formal attire.

Standing in front of an extravagant building, Sabrina couldn’t help but ask, "Where are we?"

"Palais Garnier," Robin replied with a smile. He then posed another question, "When was the last time you attended an opera?"

Sabrina shook her head in confusion, aware that opera houses often attracted large crowds.

"But there’s no one else here," she complained. Robin smirked but remained silent as they entered the elegant opera house.

"This magnificent opera house was constructed between 1861 and 1875 in Paris. It is renowned as one of the most prestigious opera houses in the world," the tour guide explained as they entered.

Sabrina noticed that it was just the three of them - herself, Robin, and the tour guide. It suddenly dawned on her why.

"Did you rent out the entire auditorium just for us?" she asked incredulously, impressed that Robin had thought of such a grand gesture without even mentioning it.

It was a clear indication that she now knew him on a deeper level, unlike the jerk he used to be.

"Anything for you, my queen. Now let’s savor the performance," Robin replied, pleased that his surprise had worked out.

Sabrina’s astonishment only grew as the show began. Though there were no spoken words, the music and ballet beautifully depicted the story of their marriage and subsequent divorce.

The performance concluded with their enemies facing justice, leaving the pondering question of what would come next.

"Now it’s time for the final surprise," Robin whispered to the teary-eyed Sabrina.

Overwhelmed by the events of the day, she could only nod, unable to find her voice.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the Sacré Coeur Basilica, situated in Paris’ Montmartre neighborhood. Robin was relieved to see that there were still plenty of tourists around and suggested to Sabrina,

"We can climb the stairs for a breathtaking view of the city. If you’re not up for it, I’ll carry you," he offered, assuring her.

However, Sabrina insisted, "It’ll be good exercise for me."

Robin did not refuse, recognizing the validity of her point. Hand in hand, they ascended the numerous steps until they reached a vantage point where the city’s sights unfolded before them from the basilica.

"It’s truly breathtaking," Sabrina remarked, her eyes shimmering. However, when Robin remained silent, she turned to her left and was taken aback to find him gracefully kneeling before her.

His attractive features were illuminated by the light, and with the cityscape as a backdrop, it was the most enchanting scene Sabrina had ever witnessed.

Seizing the opportunity presented by the romantic ambiance and the presence of other tourists who could serve as witnesses, Robin spoke up.

"Sabrina James, I must confess that I have acted foolishly, but all I desire now is to have you back as my wife. I promise to bring you happiness every day. So, will you please marry me once again?"

Robin’s voice trembled with emotion as the dazzling diamond ring reflected the lights.

Chapter 320: Chapter 320 – My Queen, I Desire to Make Love to You

Sabrina was so taken aback that she couldn’t control her tears as everyone continued to stare at her.

Most of them were speaking different languages, including French, so she couldn’t understand what they were saying.

A whirlwind of emotions overwhelmed her, as she had never experienced the stages of a relationship before.

In the past, she had only walked down the aisle after agreeing to marry Robin, and they had never had a real relationship.

This time, they had even dated, despite calling themselves best friends through it all.

However, she could see that this man was different from her previous partner. Still, she couldn’t help but fear that he would revert back to the monster he used to be.

As she wiped away her tears and let out a sigh, Robin’s heart raced, and he spoke up.

"Like I mentioned before, I will only continue to improve and not return to the jerk I once was," he vowed, aware of her fears but uncertain if his promise was enough to convince her.

This woman had endured a lot of his nonsense, and he knew she needed time. However, he couldn’t stay away from her either. He had to find a way to fully commit to her.

Sabrina pursed her lips, straining to make out the mumblings around her, but she couldn’t decipher their meaning.

The fear that had gripped her heart unleashed a flood of memories she had locked away, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t push them aside.

Even the cherished memories of their good times seemed insufficient to banish the ghosts

of the past.

"I’m sorry, Robin, but I need some time," she said apologetically, her words met with a disappointed "Ohhhh" from the onlookers.

Disappointment flickered across Robin’s face, but it vanished in an instant as a new idea took hold of his mind. Determined not to give up, he racked his brain for another plan.

"This is an engagement ring," he explained, his voice filled with conviction. "We can take all the time we need until our babies are born to plan the wedding, but I want you to know that you are mine again."

Robin desired to have the grandest wedding imaginable, which is why he wasn’t in a hurry.

However, when it came to the engagement ring, he was determined not to compromise.

Sabrina found the idea intriguing, as it would allow her to move on from the past as they spent more time together.

She didn’t give much thought to his words about starting to plan the wedding, as he mentioned it would happen after the twins were born.

A smile formed on her lips, causing Robin’s heart to skip a beat, prompting him to consider his second plan.

Just as Sabrina was about to respond, Robin interjected,

"But you must move back to the villa. It’s the only way I can show you the person I have become."

Sabrina’s body tensed slightly, but she reluctantly agreed that he was right.

She was certain that if Zayla hadn’t been so cunning, Robin would never have agreed to the divorce, even if he didn’t love her.

Therefore, if she were to tie herself to him once again, she knew there would be no turning back, even if he reverted back to his monstrous ways.

However, the truth remained that she still loved him and desired to spend the rest of her life with him, as long as he didn’t change for the worse.

Additionally, she yearned to experience the normal stages of a relationship, just like any other woman. They had dated, and now they would become engaged.

Her heart would be fully prepared by the time their twins were born, as there was still a lingering doubt in her mind. Seeking Matilda’s help, she hoped to work through this uncertainty.

"Yes, Robin, I will marry you again," Sabrina finally said to the anxious Robin. It felt as though his breath had been taken away, only returning to him now.

Without hesitation, he slipped the ring onto her finger. As he rose, their kisses lasted so long that by the time they broke apart, everyone had left, except for the tour guide who stood smiling a few paces away.

From the way Robin spoke and how they planned everything after he was recommended to Robin, he only referred to Sabrina as his wife. The tour guide had no idea that they were divorced.

He had witnessed a few proposals at this location, but this was the only one between a man and his ex-spouse.

He wished he could give them more time, but his privileges were over.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Jewel, but I’m sorry to inform you that Sacré Coeur Basilica closed to tourists exactly eight minutes ago."

Robin had even forgotten about the closing time of this venue, as he had become so caught up in the moment.

Sabrina was five months into her pregnancy, providing him with ample time to prepare for their wedding.

Unlike before, when he had shown no interest, this time he was determined to take charge of everything to ensure that she didn’t stress herself.

Sabrina was taken aback by the prolonged kiss, causing her cheeks to turn red.

"Thank you, Adam. I don’t think we’ll need you tomorrow, but I’ll see you the night before we leave," Robin said to the tour guide, a smile on his face.

He was overjoyed that Sabrina wouldn’t be away from him any longer.

"I understand, sir. Please enjoy your evening," the tour guide replied, aware of what typically follows such proposals.

The guide still sat with them in the car, but throughout the journey, their kisses never wavered. It was as if they had fallen in love all over again.

Upon reaching the presidential suite, their lips remained locked as they removed their coats, their clothes scattered on the floor.

Robin lifted Sabrina in his arms and placed her on the bed, his gaze filled with desire meeting her passionate one.

Both of them were turned on, and it was evident that they both wanted this.

Although it wasn’t their first time, it felt different because they were now in love.

These actions from Robin and the duration of their kisses were all new to Sabrina, and the more they continued, the more she desired it.

Just as Robin was about to unhook her bra, he suddenly froze, realizing he hadn’t sought her permission for the next step.

"My queen, I want to make love to you."