Ch. 496..500: The President's Pregnant, Ex-Wife Chapter 496-500 [Finale]

Chapter 496: Chapter 496 - Robert, What Is Going On?

"Okay, if you say so," Aria finally agreed. Sabrina released a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Keeping a secret was harder than she thought. A few minutes later, Giselle descended the stairs. Her face was covered with enough makeup to hide all the sullenness from before.

Robert was glad that she took great care of her appearance. Her morning look had disturbed him greatly.

"You look fantastic," Robert said and went to take her handbag before leading her by hand out of the house. Giselle was shocked that he took her handbag and began to wonder what was going on.

Was Robert giving her the love she always craved after she had gotten pregnant for another man? Giselle tasted bitterness in her mouth.

Aria could only fear for her daughter’s poor heart, knowing that she would come back crying even harder.

She called Sabrina on her phone again. "Can he stop being so nice to her? She will only feel guilty."

Sabrina smiled from the other side of the line. It was good that Aria could not see it, but Sabrina also hoped that Robert would handle things well.

"Just allow nature to take its course."

Aria shook her head, not willing to accept it. Robert had always been nice to Giselle, but this was extreme.

"Why wasn’t he like this to her before, and why wasn’t he with her at the party? That pregnancy would not have happened."

Sabrina almost laughed, wondering how Aria would feel when she finds out that Giselle was carrying Robert’s child.

"You worry too much, Aria. If Robert wants to marry Giselle, not even her being pregnant for another man would stop him. Whatever happened between Giselle and the stranger was purely an accident, and I believe that he would understand that," Sabrina said soothingly, but it only made Aria suspicious.

The only reason why Robert would want to marry Giselle when she was carrying another man’s child was one, and Aria hoped that Sabrina hadn’t gone back on her promise.

"Oh, Sabrina, is there something going on that you aren’t telling me?"

Sabrina let out a frustrated sigh. This was becoming too much for her; she feared disappointing her husband.

"Aria, get something to eat and have a good rest, okay? As for now, please leave Giselle and Robert to sort out whatever they feel for each other."

Aria thought deeply about Sabrina’s words, certain that the cat had been let out of the bag. "Wait, did you tell him?"

"You never permitted me, so why should I?" Sabrina asked from the end of the line. Aria sighed with relief. Perhaps things were not as bad as she thought.

"Okay. If he has naturally fallen in love with her, then I hope that something good comes out before it’s too late."

Sabrina smiled. "Keep hope alive, my dear friend."

In the car, Giselle was nervous; it was so glaring. "Hey, don’t be afraid of me. I don’t bite," Robert said jokingly, but it only heightened her discomfort, as she felt as if she was speaking to a completely different person.

"You are behaving strangely."

"How strange?" Robert glanced at her before returning his gaze to the road. Though he was nervous, as he hadn’t done anything like this before, it didn’t show in his countenance.

"You are my boss. You shouldn’t be picking me up from home." Aria was calm, but a turmoil was going on in her heart.

Robert was behaving as if they were in a relationship, but that was not the case. She had no idea that what he felt for her was even stronger than what she felt for him.

"What if I want things to change between us?" He asked with a smile, and looking at his side profile, Giselle felt her breath caught up in her throat.

He was so good-looking, and she tried hard to stop fantasizing over him, but this time, it seemed to be an impossible task.

"I don’t understand," she said absentmindedly. Robert forced a smile. She confessed to Passion Fruit that she was in love with her boss, but Robert wasn’t seeing it in her reaction.

However she managed to have a grip on herself was emotionally intelligent, Robert was impressed. If she had not confessed it through those chats, he never would have suspected it.

"Let’s get to the office first," he said, and Giselle did not refuse. Robert drove in a comfortable silence until they reached the underground parking lot.

Pulling over, he went around and opened the door for her. All this was so new to Giselle, and she felt nervous.

"What’s going on here?" Giselle asked when they entered Robert’s office. There was a table for two with a bouquet of roses at the center of the table.

The aroma of her favorite delicacies wafted through her nose, and she instantly felt both hungry and afraid.

Robert took her hand, led her to the table, and pulled a chair for her. "I told you that I arranged breakfast for you."

Giselle could not control her thumping heart and blushing cheeks. How could life be so cruel to her? Why did Robert have to ask Aliya out that day?

If she hadn’t seen them together, she wouldn’t have gotten so drunk, and things would have been perfect between them. A tear fell from her eyes, and she quickly wiped it with her finger as she thought, what if he proposed to her?

"But this looks romantic."

Robert smiled and sat on the chair in front of her. He might be busy, but he would take time every day to spoil the woman he loved.

"Is there anything wrong with that? I ordered all your favorites."

Giselle could not take it. It was too late for anything to happen between them, so her hopes were already crushed.

"I won’t have time to eat them. We have a meeting." She was about to stand up when Robert revealed, to her shock,

"I already rescheduled them."

Giselle’s lips parted from shock, but they soon closed as she gulped. "Robert, what is going on?"

Chapter 497: Chapter 497 - Will You Marry Me?

Robert gazed at her with delight in his eyes. Despite the fear he saw in her eyes, she looked absolutely stunning.

It had been easy to overlook her special qualities when he kept his feelings hidden, but now that he had decided to face his fears, she had become his greatest fear.

"Please, eat first," he said.

Giselle’s hands were trembling so much that the glass of cranberry juice she picked up shook in her grasp. Robert quickly came to her rescue, leaning in and taking the glass from her.

"Let me help you," he said.

He fed her the drink, causing her cheeks to blush. When she regained her composure, she found him so close that she could feel his warm breath on her face.

Giselle’s heart raced uncontrollably, fearing that Robert would hear it. She quickly pulled away.

"Robert, you’re acting strange. This is your office, and anyone could walk in at any moment," she said, wanting the romantic breakfast to end. She felt that she didn’t stand a chance if Robert truly wanted to give her even a little bit of his love.

Robert remained calm, thinking about the best way to start what he wanted to say. "I made sure no one would walk through that door," he said.

Giselle lost control of herself. "Why?"

Robert’s expression suddenly turned serious, his voice stern. "Because there is something very important, I need to tell you, but only after you’ve eaten enough."

Giselle couldn’t bring herself to eat anything after Robert had revealed his intentions. "I honestly don’t have an appetite. You can tell me anything."

Robert forced a smile. It was easy to relate to her on a platonic level, but when it came to romance, things were completely different.

"I’m more concerned about your health, so I’ll wait until you’ve eaten enough," he said, his tone softening.

His gentle tone moved Giselle’s heart even more, and she was eager to hear what he had to say. She had no choice but to eat, even though the food seemed tasteless to her, due to her early pregnancy symptoms.

Minutes passed before she dropped her cutlery. "I’m ready."

Robert dropped his as well and wiped the corner of his lips. He sipped his grape juice and spoke seriously.

"Good. Giselle, I want to ask you a question, and I want you to be honest with me."

Tears already welled up in Giselle’s eyes. She could easily guess the question, considering Robert’s curiosity about her health.

Nodding, she waited for him to speak, but their moment was interrupted by a ringing phone.

It was Giselle’s phone, and seeing her mother’s name on the caller ID, she couldn’t have been happier. "It’s my mom. I have to take it."

Robert was disappointed but nodded, hoping she would answer the phone in his office.

To his dismay, she left the office. Robert felt uncomfortable and thought of a way to release the tension. He immediately thought of Mark and dialed his number.

"How was breakfast? Did you like it?" Mark asked as soon as he answered the call.

Robert pursed his lips. "It was delicious as always. I’m just bored."

"Where’s Giselle? Didn’t you say you were having breakfast together?" Mark inquired, eager to hear good news.

"Yes, but her mom called, so I’m here alone, waiting for her," Robert replied, sounding miserable. Mark laughed.

"You sound annoyed."

Robert ran his fingers through his curly hair. "I just didn’t want any distractions, but I couldn’t stop her either."

Mark laughed harder, finding Robert’s behavior amusing. "Try harder, or you’ll be the only bachelor among your cousins."

Robert wasn’t moved by the statement, knowing that Mark was in the same situation. "At least we’re in it together."

"Not anymore," Mark countered, grinning on the other end of the line. Robert was shocked. He was about to speak when Mark explained,

"I didn’t tell you, but Aliya stopped by the office the other day, and things are going well between us."

Robert’s mind was already on cloud nine. "You mean you’re getting married?" He couldn’t help feeling a little late, but he comforted himself with the conviction that he had a good reason for not revealing his intentions to Giselle.

"No, I want to get to know her better. Unlike Giselle, I only met Aliya at the party," Mark explained thoughtfully.

Due to his experience with one-night stands, he was a little skeptical and needed time to take things to the next level.

"So let me guess. You’re friends with benefits now?" Robert teased, his mood suddenly improving.

"No," Mark replied, but Robert didn’t believe him.

"Don’t tell me you haven’t fucked her since that night," he pointed out. Mark was surprised to hear him use the word ’fuck.’

"We made love. I won’t use the word ’fuck,’ and we’re officially dating, so she’s my girlfriend," Mark clarified.

Robert found it amusing and replied, "I’m happy for you. Congratulations!"

***

At Giselle’s desk, she was overcome with emotion and almost shed tears. "Mom, you called at the right time."

"What’s going on?" Aria asked, worried that her suspicions were true. Her daughter was hurting, and she didn’t know how to stay out of it, as Sabrina had suggested.

"He was about to ask a question, and I knew it would be about the pregnancy."

Aria let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, remembering Sabrina’s advice about the pregnancy. She advised,

"Just be honest with him, Giselle. You already have us and even Robert’s parents behind you. No matter what happens, we’ll support you."

Giselle noticed a delivery guy passing by her desk, but she didn’t stop him because he was from Mark’s restaurant.

"Alright, Mom, I’ll call you when I’m done talking to him."

"I’ll be right here."

Giselle returned to Robert’s office just as the delivery guy was leaving. There was a new small jar of cranberry juice for her.

Robert had also finished his call, and as soon as Giselle sat in front of him, he asked seriously,

"Will you marry me?"

Chapter 498: Chapter 498 – I’m Sorry for Being a Coward, but I Had My Reasons

"Will you marry me?" Robert asked seriously. Giselle’s heart stopped. Suddenly, tears stung her eyes and she was so stiff, she couldn’t answer him.

Robert came to his senses. He brought out a ring and went down on one knee, but Giselle was shaking with tear-filled eyes. He was disheartened. Where did he go wrong? Thinking that she would be happy, all he saw in her eyes was sadness.

"I can’t marry you. I’m sorry," she murmured regretfully, even though it was all she ever desired. Robert stiffened, rising to his feet and pulling his chair to sit right next to her.

"Why can’t you marry me? Aren’t I handsome enough? Or am I not good enough for you?" Giselle smiled through her tears, captivated by his handsome features and amusing words.

Robert thought it was because he was too straightforward and had not expressed his emotions to her.

"Giselle, I’ve loved you for years. Do you know how hard it has been to keep it all in?"

A pool of tears fell from her eyes. Robert was upset with himself, feeling that he had done it wrong.

He wished he had been a little more patient and taken some time to learn how to woo a woman before he embarked on his mission. But the truth was, because they had been childhood friends and she had confessed her feelings for him, he never thought it would be this hard.

"You... you loved me? For... years?" Giselle was so shocked that she stammered, and her expression was sorrowful. If Robert loved her, then why didn’t he say it? Was it because she was his secretary? He was the reason why she refused all other job opportunities.

"Yes. I’m sorry for being a coward, but I had my reasons. Please, you have to tell me why you can’t marry me. I can change," Robert pleaded helplessly. Giselle was lost for words. She had never seen him in this light before.

"It’s not you," she said lifelessly. She had the man she wanted, asking for her hand in marriage, but there was something standing in her way.

Robert was embittered. Perhaps he had misunderstood her when she said she had eyes for her boss. Could it be one of the other executives?

"Do you love somebody else? You said before that you had eyes on someone," Robert asked in a desolate tone. But this time, Giselle was honest.

"That someone was also you."

Robert’s heart regained its rhythm, and he felt like he was back in the game. "Me? Since when?"

Giselle’s head lowered shyly. "I don’t know. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember."

Robert’s heart danced, but his thoughts were interrupted by worries. "Then why can’t we get married? We’ve known each other long enough. Since childhood and even as work colleagues."

"I don’t want to talk about it," Giselle bit her lower lip, almost rubbing her flat belly. She was enjoying their conversation, as it was great to hear the man she loved confessing his love for her.

Mentioning her pregnancy might ruin everything, and Robert was equally anxious. "Please, Giselle, open up to me, and I promise to find a solution to any problem you have."

He knew the problem and indeed had the solution, but he wanted her to say it. Only then would he be able to confess.

Giselle thought deeply, but no solution came to mind. "There is nothing you can do about my situation."

Robert disagreed, asking, "Why don’t you tell me first?"

"I..." Giselle opened her mouth but shut it again. Her mouth felt too heavy to utter the words. Robert was frustrated.

How could she say that she loved him and not trust him even once? "Trust me, Giselle. Please tell me."

"You will hate me," she murmured. His heart sank. She might be the one hating him if she found out the truth.

"I can never hate you. I can’t even let you out of my sight. I will never leave you. I won’t stop chasing or trying to make you my wife."

Ever since Giselle had known Robert, he always kept his word, so she couldn’t doubt him and revealed,

"I’m pregnant, and I don’t even know the child’s father. It would be irresponsible of me to marry you with someone else’s child."

Robert sighed with relief. Now he was certain that she would never hide anything from him again. "Is that all?" he asked, tensing up as he readied himself to confess.

Giselle was surprised by how lightly he took her words. "Is that all you are going to say?"

Robert smiled, staring at her with admiration. "What else do you want me to say? The child you are carrying is precious, so why can’t you marry me because of it?" he asked teasingly. Giselle felt that she didn’t deserve him and began to explain.

"It happened during the party, and I don’t remember how. The man left his WeChat account, and we have been chatting. He is interested in being in the child’s life. Everything is complicated."

Robert was smiling all through as he spoke with certainty, "There is no complication. I will still marry you."

Giselle let out a bitter smile. "No. He’s not willing to let go, and we would have a third party in our life. It isn’t right."

"So what do you want to do?" Robert asked, his arm wrapped comfortingly around her shoulders, his warmth encompassing her.

"I have to meet him over the weekend, and then I can decide what to do, but..." She paused.

"What?" Robert urged her on, buying as much time as he could.

Giselle was suddenly upset. "If you had told me earlier that you loved me, this wouldn’t have happened. You asked Aliya out, and I got drunk because of you. Why did you ask her out when you claim to have been in love with me?"

Everything that happened that night hit home. Giselle was equally drunk because she was jealous. "I thought I could get over you," Robert spoke honestly before recalling something and saying, "Wait."

He picked up his phone and sent a message through his Passion Fruit account. ’Hi, how are you doing? I miss you. You didn’t tell me if you liked the flowers.’

He pressed the send button and dropped the phone on the table. "I will be right back."

Giselle’s phone beeped, so she picked it up as Robert walked out. Her lips pursed, and she wiped a tear before responding, ’You didn’t have to send me flowers.’ As soon as she pressed the send button, Robert’s phone’s screen lit up.

She ignored it and sent another message, ’Can we meet earlier than over the weekend?’

Robert’s phone lit up again, and she thought it was a message from an investor or family, so she picked it up. Robert had always been transparent with his phone whenever she was concerned, and she didn’t see it as a big deal.

Seeing the notification, her heart thumped wildly, and she pressed it to see all her chats with Passion Fruit. At the same time, the door pushed open.

"Did you get the message?" Robert asked, but Giselle was boiling with rage.

Chapter 499: Chapter 499 - You Said You Loved Me

"It was you? You are Passion Fruit?" Giselle asked, her anger evident in each question. She was visibly disappointed with Robert.

It was unbelievable to her. She remembered that day when he was with Aliya, so how did they end up in the same room? Robert remained calm, sitting beside her. At least she didn’t attempt to leave his office, which meant that she equally needed answers.

Ignoring the burning rage in her eyes, he proceeded to explain. "I was shocked and afraid when I woke up and realized what had happened between us. I was afraid that you would hate me."

"So you left me that fake account and played with my feelings," Giselle said, torn between disbelief and disappointment. This was not the same man she had loved and respected for so long.

Robert expected a worse reaction from her, so he considered her response merciful.

"No, I just needed time to sort out my emotions. I didn’t know how you would feel about it, and I feared you might hate me. It was only after you confessed to being in love with your boss that I decided to reveal the truth."

Giselle didn’t know what to do. The person she had feared finding out about was the one responsible for her pregnancy. It was a relief, but she still had questions.

"So you intentionally left your phone for me to find out?"

Robert nodded. "Yes. If you hate me, I can understand, and I’m ready to take responsibility for everything. But we still have to get married," he emphasized, hoping to win her love along the way.

However, her response shocked him. "No, I don’t want to marry you."

Tears welled up in Robert’s eyes as Giselle explained her reasons for not accepting his proposal. "Do you have any idea of the sleepless nights I’ve had?"

"I had sleepless nights too, every time I thought about how to break the news to you. I was also suffering," he explained, but Giselle found it hard to believe.

"How is that possible? You were with Aliya all the time," she pointed out, unable to forget the image of them together.

Robert remembered how he felt when he saw her with Mark. "No, I got drunk when I saw you in Mark’s arms. I was jealous. I don’t know how I ended up in your room, and I don’t remember what happened after."

Giselle chuckled, wiping her tears with her thumb. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything. I promise no lies," Robert replied.

Giselle smiled and asked, "If you didn’t know that I was pregnant from that night, would you still have asked me to marry you so suddenly?"

Robert knew his answer would hurt her, but he was honest. "No."

Heartbroken, Giselle’s voice broke as she spoke. "So it’s just because of the baby. It’s not like you really care about me."

Robert shook his head and held her gaze. "You’ve misunderstood. I would have still pursued you, but it would have taken longer."

"Why?" Giselle was confused.

"Because there is something important I needed to do before I could focus on relationships," Robert revealed. He didn’t mind sharing it with her, but Giselle was upset and had misunderstood him again.

"Why don’t you work on that important thing while I think about my next move?" Giselle suggested.

Robert’s gaze showed his pain as he explained. "Giselle, you know I had a kidney transplant in my teens. My parents kept the donor’s identity from me and lied about it."

Giselle froze, not wanting to talk about that matter. "What does that have to do with my one night which resulted in a pregnancy and how you kept it a secret?"

"It’s the reason I couldn’t start a relationship with you. I feel indebted to the woman who saved my life. I need to find her and show my appreciation. I feel like I owe her my life," Robert explained.

Though they sat close to each other, he never tried to hold or touch her since their relationship was still not defined.

Remorse filled Giselle’s eyes. She never expected her decision to have such consequences. "You don’t have to feel that way. If she wanted to remain anonymous, it’s because she didn’t want you to feel indebted to her."

Robert frowned, finding her words familiar. "You sound like my mother, but the truth is, I can’t get over it. I vowed not to enter into any relationship until I find her. I broke that vow when I got you pregnant."

From Giselle’s perspective, Robert was only interested in marrying her because of the pregnancy. She began to doubt the sincerity of his love for her. "But you said you loved me."

Robert didn’t lie, sticking to his decision to be honest. "Yes, but I was willing to sacrifice it for the woman who made the greatest sacrifice of giving me life. I hope you can understand."

He was willing to sacrifice his desires for the woman who gave him life. Giselle was touched, realizing she had misjudged him.

Without holding back, she asked, "I’ve worked with you for over two years. How did I never notice that you carried such a huge burden?"

Robert seemed to have everything together on the outside, despite being broken inside. He couldn’t let Giselle carry the burden, and he blamed his parents for it. "

"Even if you did, there’s nothing you can do about it."

Giselle felt overwhelmed with guilt. She asked seriously, "Not even if I tell you who saved your life?"

Robert perked up instantly, wondering who else in the family knew. He would ask Giselle later how she found out, but right now, he was eager to know about the woman who saved his life.

"You know?" he asked, his eyes filled with tears.

Giselle nodded, and Robert’s heart warmed. "Please tell me. Who is she?"

Giselle continued nodding, and Robert’s eyes filled with hope. "I want to know Giselle, please don’t hide it from me like my parents did.

Chapter 500: Chapter 500 – THE END

Giselle felt guilty seeing the desperation on his face and in his voice, so she began to confess.

"I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want you to feel as though you owed us anything. Mom said that your father gave my dad a big position after he had stayed home for a long time after losing his job."

"My dad was always happy because of that favor. My family was perfect. My brother and I lacked nothing when growing up. We had loving parents and everything we needed, so how could we watch you die when both my brother and I were perfect matches?" She asked profoundly. Robert stared at her like he was seeing a ghost.

"It was you?" How could he have had the woman he had been searching for right under his nose and not know it?

Giselle felt remorse that they all hid it from him. Maybe she should have just told him the truth from the onset.

"Yes. I didn’t know that it would weigh so heavily on your heart to know. I’m so sorry for keeping it from you."

Robert was in tears, his shoulders shook as he heaved, "Giselle, what have you done? We should have been married a long time ago."

Her cheeks pinked, feeling flustered. "Maybe you shouldn’t have hidden your feelings."

"You were hiding yours too, but I’m glad for that drunken night," Robert smiled through tears, his hands snaking around her slender waist.

Giselle’s heart thumped as he leaned in, she smiled shyly, saying, "Me too."

Robert’s face was so close to hers when he asked her, "So, now that we don’t have any differences, will you marry me?"

Giselle was excited, having a childish grin. "Yes, Robert, I can’t wait to be your wife." Robert finally slipped the ring onto her finger.

Their eyes closed and their lips about to meet when Robert’s phone began to ring. Pulling away in annoyance, Giselle asked, "Is it lunch time already?" She recalled Robert saying that he had kept business away until noon.

"Yes," Robert replied, his unwavering gaze on hers.

"I should have taken the whole day off if I knew this would happen." For the first time in his life, he wasn’t in the mood for work but rather to spend time with his pregnant woman.

"I guess it’s time for work," Giselle giggled, rising to her feet.

Robert stared at her strangely, she gulped hard as he placed a seductive demand. "Yes, but you have to promise me something."

"What?" Giselle asked eagerly.

Robert ignored his ringing phone and said to her, "You are spending the night with me, and you shouldn’t tell your mom about this. Let’s see their surprised looks."

Giselle smiled affectionately as she imagined how her mother was going to feel if she indeed heard the news. "I’m in."

The afternoon was loaded, and they had forgotten about lunch until it arrived, but there was no time to eat because Robert had moved all his schedules to the afternoon since the next day was a weekend.

Though exhausted after the close from work, Robert was already standing beside Giselle’s desk. "It’s time to go home."

Giselle’s phone rang, and seeing her mom’s name on the caller ID, she waved it at Robert.

"Can I answer it?" Robert asked, and she didn’t hesitate, giving the phone to him.

"Aunt Aria, Giselle is spending the night at my house. We shall see you tomorrow afternoon," Robert said directly. Aria was confused at the end of the line.

"Is there a problem? Why isn’t she coming home?"

"We shall inform you when we get to your house tomorrow, but don’t worry. Your daughter is in safe hands," Robert smiled at Giselle before replying on the phone.

Aria was still disturbed as she asked, "Can I speak to her?"

Robert replied with a simple, "no."

"Robert, it’s not as if I don’t trust you, but how do I know that she’s fine?" Aria asked. Jacob activated the speaker button and said to Giselle,

"Your mom is afraid that I’ve kidnapped you."

Giselle giggled. "Mom, I’m fine."

Aria sighed from the end of the line. "That is much better."

Reaching Robert’s penthouse, Giselle was surprised that a candlelit dinner was waiting for them. There were a few of the staff from Mark’s restaurant in attendance.

"When did you arrange this?" Giselle asked.

"You don’t have to worry about how and why I do the things I do. Just sit and eat," Robert said softly, pulling a chair for her.

The lights were dimmed, and the romantic ambiance was making her feel strangely excited. "How did you know that I would want soup tonight?"

"I make it my responsibility to know everything about you. I love you, Giselle."

"I love you too," Giselle replied shyly.

Being hungry from not having had lunch, the rest of the meal was in silence. As soon as they were done, the staff from Mark’s restaurant cleared the table while the two went upstairs.

Giselle was nervous as this was the first time she entered Robert’s bedroom. "It’s huge."

Robert’s arms were already wrapped around her waist from the back, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he sucked gently.

Giselle moaned, her sexual instincts heightening. "Can we shower first?" She asked. Robert turned her to face him, and their lips collided.

They both couldn’t remember the first time, so this was a first time for them. Their tongues danced together, their clothes scattered on the floor, as Robert took her for the first time he could remember.

By the time he dropped exhausted, he spoke in a still aroused tone, as he gawked at her naked body beside him.

"I’m sorry I couldn’t wait until after the shower."

Giselle was still shivering in his arms. "It’s okay, I loved it."

"Then I guess we can shower now."

Robert carried her bridal style to the bathroom. There, they took turns bathing each other, making love all night.

It was mid-morning before they woke up wrapped in each other’s arms. Giselle was in the shower when the doorbell rang. Robert went to get it, and by the time Giselle came out of the shower, there were different clothes waiting for her.

"I forgot I didn’t have clothes here. Thanks for being thoughtful."

"You should stop thanking me. Let’s have breakfast and go visit my parents first."

Breakfast was like a feast, and after, they went to Robin and Sabrina’s villa. Sabrina and Robin were surprised to see them both together, especially when they caught a few hickeys on Giselle’s neck.

"Are you two together?" Robin asked, and Robert replied,

"We are getting married."

Sabrina’s arms wrapped tightly around Giselle as she sobbed. "I couldn’t have gotten a better daughter-in-law." She was so excited and couldn’t contain it.

Robin had tears in his eyes too as Giselle revealed, "I told him the truth after he confessed to being in love with me."

"We have so many weddings to plan now. Where do you want to have yours?"

"The beach," both Robert and Giselle said at the same time. Sabrina and Robin were shocked. Even Robert and Giselle stared at each other from shock.

Robert had wanted something different from his cousins, unknown to him that Giselle always dreamed of a beach wedding.

"Something new. A beach wedding it will be," Sabrina giggled like a little girl as Robert said to them,

"We have to meet Giselle’s parents."

Reaching there, Aria was happy that Giselle was so happy. She never called Sabrina last night, and the latter never also called, so the news was like a morning dew.

"Mom, dad, Robert and I are getting married. He is the man I slept with on that drunken night," Giselle revealed.

"Oh my God," Aria had tears in her eyes, and her husband was equally excited too.

"When is the wedding?"

"A week after Larry and Lambert’s wedding," Robert said. Aria suggested,

"Why don’t you all get married on the same day?"

"They want a garden wedding, but we are getting married at the beach."

"Hey, mom and dad, Ariana and I are getting married too," Gershon said behind them. Giselle went to hug her brother.

"When did you decide on that?" Giselle asked. Gershon replied, "Since my sister is getting married, nothing stops me anymore. I was waiting for you."

Weeks later, it was from one wedding to the other. From The Queen’s Garden to the beach. Giselle and her brother got married on the same day at a private beach.

Robert could never take his eyes and hands off her throughout the occasion and the honeymoons followed.

A few months later, Mark and Aliya got married at the beach, motivated by Robert and Giselle’s choice. Jasmine and Rex got married at the beach as well, as it became the new trend.

As expected, Rex worked with JC Minerals as the deputy CEO. The parents were happy, and so were the kids. They were now eagerly waiting for their grandchildren, but before then, Robin took Sabrina to The Queen’s Garden.

No matter how many times Sabrina went there, she was never bored. However, there was a surprise waiting for her.

Robin had a small house built, covered with flowers and wasn’t seen throughout the weddings. He got the concept from the underground bunker where they got hold of Mara and Martin.

"I want to stay here forever," Sabrina said when she entered the small house. There was just one bedroom, and the walls were all covered with different kinds of colorful flowers.

Robin looked on in admiration, as the middle-aged woman he has loved for decades, kept jumping around like a kid.

Suddenly, he was engulfed in a tight hug as Sabrina said through tears, "Sometimes, the most difficult thing is to give a second chance. But if your love is real, everyone has the right to make a mistake."

"Are you applauding me for treating you badly in the past?" Robin asked teasingly. It didn’t hurt anymore as he had made it up to her over the years.

"Yes. Your mistakes made you a better person. I love you, my king."

"I love you, my queen, and always will," Robin kissed her on the lips. Pulling away, he asked with a wink, "So what do you say? Is this a good honeymoon destination?"

Sabrina’s cheeks crimsoned, knowing what he was driving at. They were soon to become grandparents, and yet, Robin made her feel like a teenager.

"What are we waiting for?" She asked and began to undress herself as Robin carried her to the bedroom, decorated with her favorite flowers.

Months down the line, twins and triplets were flooding in once again, and they got busy taking care of their grandchildren. Estelle and Robert’s quadruplets, Savannah’s triplets, Larry’s twins, Lambert’s twins, Joy’s twins, Mark’s twins, young Sabrina’s triplets, young Robert’s quadruplets, Gershon’s son. He latter had two daughters.

Jasmine’s triplets, Jude’s twins, and Jessica’s twins. The families bound by blood and friendship had the cries and laughter of babies in each house.

Merry making was a constant tradition for the years to come.