Chapter 38
The next morning in Paris was soft and beautiful,
the sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains of their luxury suite at the Hotel Plaza Athénée.
Khloe woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and warm croissants,
finding Marcus already awake,
sitting in an armchair by the window,
wearing a simple white shirt and dark trousers.
He was looking at a French newspaper,
a small smile on his face,
which grew wider when he saw her stirring from the bed.
"Good morning,
my award-winning wife,"
he greeted her,
setting the paper down and walking over to the bed to give her a soft morning kiss.
"Good morning,"
she replied,
stretching lazily,
"what are you smiling about?"
Marcus picked up the newspaper,
turning it around to show her the front page of the society section,
which featured a massive,
beautiful photo of them on the red carpet.
The headline read,
"The King and Queen of Hearts:
Marcus Vance’s Empire of Love,"
praising her speech and their stunning appearance.
Khloe laughed,
a sound that brought instant happiness to the room,
as she looked at the photo,
realizing how much their public image had changed.
"They used to call you the Ice King,"
she teased,
her fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt,
"and now you are the King of Hearts."
"I am only a king because I have you as my queen,"
Marcus replied against her lips,
his arms wrapping around her,
pulling her close for another deep,
passionate kiss.
They spent the rest of the day exploring Paris like regular tourists,
holding hands as they walked along the Seine,
visiting small art galleries,
and enjoying the freedom of being away from their responsibilities.
Marcus didn't care about his emails or his phone calls,
dedicating every single second to making Khloe laugh and feel cherished in the city of love.
As the sun began to set,
casting a romantic pink glow over the Eiffel Tower,
they sat at an outdoor cafe,
watching the people pass by.
"I miss Liam,"
Khloe admitted softly,
looking at a photo of their son on her phone,
feeling the natural pull of a mother’s heart.
"I miss him too,"
Marcus agreed,
taking a sip of his espresso,
"let’s go home tomorrow,
back to our little prince."
They returned to their hotel to pack,
their hearts full,
May you like
knowing that no matter how beautiful Paris was,
their true paradise was the home they had built together.
