"Will that be cash or card?" The kind lady behind the counter inquired, handing you an array of shopping bags overflowing with clothes, bags, dresses, shoes—anything your heart desired.

As you prepared to respond, your husband swiftly placed his card on the counter, requesting, "Card, please." He graciously paid for the purchases and effortlessly carried the bags, as if they weighed nothing, as you both exited the store. Turning towards you, a smile played on his lips as he chuckled softly, "If we ever find ourselves on the streets someday, it'll be your fault... I really need to stop spoiling you."

Sylvain was powerless against your charms—while he could handle anything and anyone, he transformed into a doting husband, willing to do anything for his beloved, even if it meant indulging your every desire.

With one hand carrying the bags and the other gently resting on your lower back, he guided you as you strolled together. "Ah… si, since I'm off work today, how about we go for brunch? Or we can head straight home—I'm good with either option, mi vida.”