The President's Pregnant, Ex-Wife
Chapter 318 - In 250 languages and for 311 times, my queen…

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?"

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