Axel cupped her face with his hands and whispered in a low voice audible enough for Tamara to hear. "I love you". Tamara was suprised by what he said and didn't know how to react or what to say.
Still in her thoughts, she heard him say "You don't have to give a reply now, if you still want to end the marriage after the contract as ended, I won't force you. But give me a chance to prove my love".
With much thoughts and looking at what he has done for her Tamara decided to give him a chance to prove his love.
Axel was happy when Tamara approved of putting their relationship into a trial. Out of excitement, he kissed her again.
After the short kiss he carried her in a bridal style, leaving the garden and heading to their room.
Next morning it was a Saturday and the both of them stayed at home on Saturdays except if Axel wasn't in the country.
"Should we go to Paris". Axel suggested.
"But who is going to look after the business if we leave the country". "Don't worry about that, leave that to me. It's a one week break."
"Pack your things, we'll be leaving in the evening".
As the evening sun cast a warm orange glow over their garden, a sleek and luxurious private jet descended gracefully onto the lush lawn.
The sound of its engines hummed softly, a gentle accompaniment to the serene atmosphere.
Tamara, surrounded by the beauty of nature, watched in anticipation as the jet's doors slid open, revealing a stylish interior.
She wondered how many private jet he had because this one was different from the one they boared the last time
As they boarded the jet, Tamara was enveloped in comfort and luxury. The soft leather seats cradled them, and the gentle hum of the engines lulled them into a state of relaxation.
The sky turned pink and orange as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a magical glow over the landscape.
With a smooth takeoff, the jet soared into the sky, leaving their beautiful garden and the evening's tranquility behind.
Hours later…..
The private jet began its descent into Paris. The City of Light sparkled like a diamond-encrusted canvas below, its iconic landmarks and charming streets beckoning them to explore.
The jet touched down smoothly at Le Bourget Airport, and they felt a gentle jolt as the wheels kissed the runway. The engines hummed softly, slowing the aircraft's pace as it taxied to a stop.
As they disembarked, the crisp Parisian air caressed their skin, carrying the sweet scent of croissants and the soft chirping of birds.
They gazed out at the breathtaking vista, taking in the Eiffel Tower's iron lacework, the Seine River's gentle flow, and the charming rooftops of the city's historic buildings.
They stepped into the waiting limousine expecting them, which whisked them away to their luxurious hotel.
After the long, seven-hour journey,Tamara was utterly exhausted.
As soon as they arrived at their luxurious hotel, she collapsed onto the plush bed, her body surrendering to the fatigue.
Without even bothering to change out of her travel-worn clothes or indulge in a well-deserved meal, she surrendered to her weary eyes, letting them drift shut.
Axel, considerate of her exhaustion, didn't dare disturb her peaceful slumber. He gently removed her shoes and covered her with a soft blanket, letting her sleep undisturbed.
Though he longed to hold her close and cherish her presence, he resisted the urge, knowing she needed rest more than his embrace.
As the hours ticked by, he sat beside her, watching over her with a tender gaze, his love for her shining brighter than the City of Light outside their window.
He waited patiently for her to awaken, his heart filled with understanding and adoration, letting her sleep off the weariness of their journey.