Love Mr. Casanova

Cars

Tomorrow morning . . .

Devan and Yocelyn are having breakfast prepared by the hotel. As residents of exclusive class hotels, of course they get more service.

Yocelyn and Devan sat face to face with an amazing breakfast menu. Devan occasionally feeds his beloved wife.

Yocelyn's face looked so bright this morning. It was different from yesterday, when I was in Singapore.

Devan really likes the face of Yocelyn like this. Because obviously there is no grief that makes Devan think of his wife.

Until work he will not focus, if his wife put on a sour face or cranky though.

With the air still feeling cold, and the view of the Eiffel Tower soaring into the sky, they looked so happy.

Yep! because pressure greatly affects a person's expression and gestures. Especially for a girl like Yocelyn. The first to know love with her husband.

"Let's go there!" yocelyn said after finishing her morning meal.

"Yes, Honey!" answer Devan.

"Emm... if you take the train there can not?" ask Yocelyn.

"Near, Honey! why take the train?"

"I mauuu" whined spoiled Yocelyn.

"All right!" devan replied. "Then we look for a more distant train stop. Wanna?" tawar Devan's. "Let the train run longer!"

"You!" yocelyn answered quickly with a sparkling face.

"OK! let's be ready - ready!" devan.

"Ok, Honey!" Yocelyn moved from her seat with a widened smile.

Devan is willing to do silly things though, as long as his beloved wife is happy.

Yep! they are currently in a station far from the hotel. If the hotel to the Eiffel Tower only takes a few minutes. So from the station where they are now can spend half an hour on the train. Not to mention the time to arrive at the Eiffel Tower.

The silly things tourists like Devan and Yocelyn do may be very rarely done by people in general. But for the sake of the happiness of loved ones, things do not make sense and waste time will be done.

"ah! I finally got on the train!" yocelyn was sitting next to Devan. "Thank you, honey!"

The cup!

Yocelyn landed a kiss on the cheek of the man who had been hugging the burly arm.

"Samely, my dear!" devan replied by pinching Yocelyn's gavel cheek with his other hand.

"It's my first time getting on the train, baby!"

"Times?"

"That's it!"

"Whoever may it be that I take the train!" Yocelyn pressed her lips.

"Today's Mr. Devan's wife!" said Devan pinched Yocelyn's life.

"Emm... Sick dong Sayaang!" put away Devan's hand that was shaking his nose. "Thank you, baby! you always manifested my desires! You are the perfect husband for me!" yocelyn stared at Devan.

"My job is to make you happy, honey!" devan replied with a sweet smile from Yocelyn. "It's my duty to give you what you want. Tell me, what else do you want?"

Suddenly, Yocelyn's face turned deathly. Then take his face off from Devan. The feeling of sadness attacked him again.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? did I say the wrong thing?" devan asked slightly lowered his head to look at Yocelyn's gloomy face.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to be the perfect wife for you" said Yocelyn.

"Darling, what are you thinking?" asked Devan who was immediately on the verge of panic. Devan knows where Yocelyn's talking.

"I . . ." Jocelyn's tongue was blocked as if she could speak again.

"How many times have I told you, never think about it again!" devan said as gently as possible.

"That's why it often disturbs my mind suddenly"

Devan placed his hands on his wife's shoulders and took Jocelyn's body in his arms. Giving peace to his wife who can at any time turn moody when remembering about children.

"You know, honey! this is the first time I've ever been on a train with you, the woman I love the most on earth after my mom!" devan diverted Yocelyn's mind.

"You've never loved another woman before me?" ask Devan.

"Once, but not this deep!"

"What is the evidence if it's not as deep as you love me?" yocelyn asked, looking at Devan with a changed face.

Devan smiled faintly, as his efforts succeeded in shifting his wife's focus.

"Inevidently, it was you that I married, and ever since I knew you, not a single woman has been able to make me turn my back on you!" devan replied with a serious face. "I love more than anything, baby!" devan said softly and sincerely.

"Thank you, my husband!" yocelyn hugged Devan's body tightly.

"I have to thank you, baby! your presence in my life really brought me a much better Devander Gibran!" devan then kisses the top of Yocelyn's head.

"But I'm not the perfect wife for you, baby! we've been married for two years, but my uterus won't be of any use to you!"

"Shhhhh!" Devan shook his head quickly. "Don't talk no no, honey! please!" Devan looks very pleading. "With you always putting on a happy and sparkling face is enough to make my heart and life happy!"

"You comforting me?" ask Yocelyn.

"What I say to you is real! I just need your smile, your heart, your body and your loyalty to me!" devan said with a look so deep, while the fingers that gently rubbed his wife's cheek.

"Where might I dare to be unfaithful, dear!" answer Yocelyn. "You are my first and last love!" yocelyn sumringah.

Devan smiled happily with his still-at-home hand stroking the pretty face of Yocelyn.

It does not feel like the train is reaching the destination station. They came down with their fingers together. And stepped away from the train they were riding earlier.

And they arrived at the Eiffel Tower. A place that is one of the wonders of the world.

They captured their moment of togetherness there. With the camera that Yocelyn brought.

Various poses they created there. Romantic photos were not spared from the camera shots whose timer had been set before.

A few hours later they left the location, and moved to a shopping center. Jocelyn looked very enthusiastic about shopping.

"If I buy this you want?" yocelyn asked, showing a blue coupler scarf that she thought was suitable for portraying the characters of herself and Yocelyn.

"Why not!" devan replied relaxed.

Devan immediately paid for all of Yocelyn's groceries which were not too much, but quite draining of the pockets. Paris is a shopping paradise for the upper middle class.

But for Devander Gibran, the granddaughter of a London conglomerate, the money was worthless.

They left the shopping center and switched to a culinary center that tantalized the tongue of both.

By late afternoon, they were back on the train to return to the original station. And back to the hotel with a loyal driver waiting for them at the station.

It's funny not that their activity. Riding a train just because you want to ride a train. Gathering with all kinds of people. It is unusual for people like them to gather with people from various classes.

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