He was really serious

Christian proceeded further into the room. "I didn't want to disturb you," he said. "You seem very focused." He dropped the fruits in front of her. "Here, have this and take a break. Rest for a little time, you've been on this all day."

Remy dropped her pencil and looked up at him. "You're not disturbing me. In fact, I like that you're here. And thank you for this," she said, using a fork to pick up a fruit from the bowl and popping it into her mouth.

Remy's eyes met Christian's as she chewed the fruit, a look of appreciation on her face. "Mmm, this is sweet," she said, her voice filled with delight.

Christian smiled, glad to see her enjoying it.

"I prepared it myself."

Remy rolled her eyes at him. "You 'prepared' fruits? Is it a raw food?"

He walked around the table and sat down beside her, his eyes scanning the sketchbook pages filled with Remy's artwork.

"I don't know but it wasn't easy cutting those."

"Than you for taking the trouble then."

"How were you able to create this?" he asked, his finger tracing the outline of a beautiful sketch of a skirt. "It's stunning."

Remy leaned in closer, her shoulder slightly brushing against Christian's. "Thanks," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm trying to finish this piece for an upcoming exhibit."

"Mhm, Vaughn Glory's fashion exhibition?" Christian replied.

Remy nodded. "Yeah, but I have a plan. Instead of showcasing my designs at Vaughn Glory, I'll use the event as an opportunity to display my work in my own way."

Remy's eyes sparkled with determination. "It has more tendency of getting exposure during the event week, when everybody will be so focused on fashion and and ninety-five percent of news will be concerning fashion, the most beautiful designs from top designers to the most beautiful models..."

"...I'll create a website to showcase my designs and promote them on my own page, using my personal brand. That way, I can maintain control over my work and build my own legacy."

Christian listened intently, impressed by Remy's plan. "That's a great idea," he said. "If you need any help, even concerning Vaughn Glory, I'm here for you. But it sounds like you've got everything under control."

Remy smiled, a confident glint in her eye. "I want to stand on my own this time around. I'm tired of relying on my family's name and inheritance. It's time for me to build my own name and legacy. Later I can fight for what I rightfully own."

"Perfect."

"I'm planning to take out my best designs. I'm still working on them now. I'm going to start making them by week's end."

"Now, I would need you to help me look for beautiful ladies to model my designs," Remy said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Christian raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "You're sending your husband off to look for beautiful ladies?"

Remy's expression turned playful, her eyebrow arching upward. "Should I not trust this my husband?"

Christian chuckled, shaking his head. "You definitely shouldn't."

Remy pouted, scrunching up her face, and Christian couldn't help but laugh at her adorable expression.

"My wife is the most beautiful," he said, his voice filled with sincerity, and Remy's face lit up with a wide smile, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Christian's gaze lingered on her face, taking in the way the light danced across her features. Her dark eyes sparkled, seeming to hold a deeper emotion, and her lashes framed them perfectly. Her full, rosy lips curved upward, and Christian's heart skipped a beat.

Remy's half-sleeveless singlet left her collarbone, neck, and shoulders bare, and Christian couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. He really meant it when he said she was the most beautiful.

"You're stunning, Remy," he said, he repeated again, and Remy's smile faltered for a moment, her eyes locking onto his. Just a compliment from him and her heart is swelling.

Gosh! She tapped her cheeks, even Julian had never made her feel this way. But why was Chris being so sweet today, he was really serious about spending time with her??

Remy's shoulder slumped, and Christian noticed the change in her demeanor. "Well, thank you," she said, her voice low. "I've never really thought that much of myself, though. For the past few years..." She trailed off.

That was true. Ever since she had an accident and had lost the ability to walk, her self confidence had taken a huge blow.

Christian stood up, his eyes filled with concern, and gently held Remy's shoulders, turning her face to meet his gaze. "Remy," he said, his voice filled with conviction, "you are a beautiful, strong, confident, and outstanding woman. And I want you to know that no matter what happens, that doesn't make you any less of yourself. And most of all, you are my wife, and you are the lady of ladies. Remember that."

Remy's heart fluttered at his words, and she felt a lump form in her throat. "Really, you think I'm that great?" she asked, her voice tinged with emotions.

Christian smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and gently ruffled her hair. "Yes, Remy, you are a great woman."

Remy's heart skipped a beat at his words, and she couldn't help but wrap her arms around him, hugging him tightly. She rested her head on his stomach, feeling a sense of comfort and security.

"I know your concerns about your legs."

Immediately Christian mentioned her legs, Remy immediately withdrew herself from him, her expression changing.

She didn't want to talk about her legs now or anything that might ruin the moment. She quickly changed the topic, her voice bright and cheerful.

"Speaking of which, I was thinking of using some of the ladies from the estate as models for my designs. A few are really beautiful, and I think they would be perfect. And I was also thinking of asking Drel, Jake, Axel and... You'd borrow me some of your men... Including those triplets... to model some of the men's clothes. What do you think?"

"...and I've also designed some clothes for your father and grandfather," Remy said, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I made traditional designs for them, because I think they've had way too many high-end designers and modern clothes. They might appreciate something that reminds them of the ancient times, especially your grandfather. It might bring back memories of when he was a kid or still a youth."

Remy barely paused for breath, her excitement and eagerness to talk about another thing pouring out of her. "I think it's a great idea to do something different. Traditional clothes can be so beautiful and meaningful, and I think they'll really appreciate it."

"Also don't forget to tell your parents that they shouldn't bother preparing food when we visit. I'll make some home dishes, just like I promised. I wanted to make a good impression. I've made all your favorites, and some special dishes that I think your parents will love."

Christian listened to her, a small smile on his face, his arms folded across his chest. He watched her, mesmerized by her energy and passion.

When Remy finally finished talking, Christian raised an eyebrow. "Are you done?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Remy nodded, a bit breathless, and Christian shrugged. "You can do whatever you want, but..." His expression softened as he looked at Remy. He took her hands in his, his fingers intertwining with hers.

"You don't have to change the subject Remy. Hold on to me." he said, his voice gentle. "I'll help you stand."