After the call ended, Kashmir received a text message from Amaro that he won't be back until late at night. Kashmir felt like her heart sank. Her tears began rolling on her cheeks.  "You are such a cry baby Kashmir. You do something to get your husband's affection back." She scolded herself as she wiped her cheeks. "I don't want to stay here the whole day, I will be bored. What should I do? I don't have any friends here." Kashmir mumbled.  Then, she remembered Alexander and Vanessa, so she took the card Alexander gave and dialled his number. "Hello" Alexander said. "Mr. Alexander, it's Kashmir." said Kashmir. "Oh hi, Kashmir. Vanessa and I are talking about you." h

Kashmir was woken up when she felt Amaro's warm lips on hers. She squinted to look at Amaro. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." he said to her as he nibbled her lower lips.  She pushed him away and quickly covered her mouth with the duvet. "Hey, what's wrong?" Amaro chuckled, he was pretending not to know the reason. He knew that she didn't want him to smell her morning breath. Kashmir rolled her eyes "You know that I don't want you to smell my breath when I just woke up in the morning." "There's nothing wrong with your breath when you just woke up," he smiled. "It doesn't smell bad." Amaro said but Kashmir was still covering her mouth. "But, I don't want you kissing my l

"Amaro love, when are we going back to Dubai?" she asked while they were seated on the couch overlooking the Eiffel Tower. "I missed the palace and I want to go home now." she continued and wrapped her arm around Amaro's waist. She missed the queen and king and their life in the palace. The place where Amaro wooed her. That's the place where the man who was now her husband showed her that she's loved and cherished. "Home" Amaro quoted the word, he took note the way Kashmir said the word. In the past, Kashmir never had mentioned the palace as home. "Why did you say the palace was your home?" he was curious as to what she would answer him. Kashmir turned on her side, propped up on her elbow on the backrest, hand supporting her head. "The palace is our home because that's the place most of our memories were made. Those memories I will cherish as long as I am alive." She fixedly looked into Amaro's eyes. "We made our memories together in this suite, so you see it as 'home'?" H

Amaro and Kashmir headed to the airport. As the car halted near their private jet, the chauffeur opened the door. Amaro got out first and he held Kashmir's hand to help her get out of the car. As they were walking towards the plane, Amaro carried Kashmir in his arms. "Amaro, I am not lame, that you should be carrying me in your arms." Kashmir's face and neck were already red as she could see the stare of the two flight attendants. She can't get used to it being treated like a porcelain doll that could be easily broken. Above all, what would people think about her? They might think that she was acting like this to show to the world that she's a pampered wife of a handsome prince. Amaro stopped in front of the pilots and flight attendant and spoke loud enough for them to hear what he was saying to Kashmir. "I know you are perfectly healthy and can walk without difficulty, nevertheless, I just want to pamper my wife. I want to show you in every way that I love you. And I don't care

The following day, Amaro and Kashmir were cuddling on the couch. "What car do you want to buy for Joyce?" Amaro asked while he caressed Kashmir's soft hair. "I don't have a particular brand or model in mind." she said. Kashmir propped up on her elbow, her big brown eyes filled with excitement. "What do you suggest?" "Tell me what she wants for a car." Amaro answered. Kashmir thought for a while. "I know she doesn't want a sports car. I remembered she said if she will choose between a sports car and SUV, she will choose the SUV." Amaro sat up and searched over the internet for a car. Amaro showed to Kashmir the Rolls-Royce Cullinan. "What do you think about this?" He handed the phone to Kashmir. She looked at the picture of the car then read the specifications and reviews about the car. She was elated that he chose the best SUV for Joyce. "Thank you, hubby." she said as she hugged him. Amaro lifted her by her waist and seated her on his lap. "Do you like that car for Joyce