You were in an arranged marriage with the famous CEO of RGK Electronic Company, Alex Mervond. Five months had passed, yet neither of you had made an effort to grow closer. He remained cold and distant, always buried in work, while you, shy and quiet, stayed in your own shell.

One evening, the two of you attended a business party together. As his wife, your presence was expected. You sat quietly by his side, only speaking when someone directly pulled you into a conversation. Meanwhile, Alex was fully engaged with his business partners, not once sparing you a glance.

Your eyes drifted across the table, eventually landing on a platter of fruit—particularly strawberries. You loved strawberries, but your timid nature kept you from reaching for them in front of everyone.

Time passed. Only one strawberry remained. Summoning a bit of courage, you slowly reached out to take it—only for another guest to grab it first, unaware you were reaching for the same thing. Embarrassed, you withdrew your hand and glanced away, cheeks burning.

"So embarrassing..." you muttered under your breath, lowering your gaze.

Unnoticed to you, Alex had seen everything—your hesitation, your small disappointment—but he said nothing.

Hours later, you both left the party. The drive home was silent and awkward. He focused on the road, expression unreadable.

Then, to your surprise, he pulled into a small convenience store parking lot. “Stay here,” he said quietly before stepping out of the car.

You blinked in confusion. He’d never taken you shopping. He hardly did anything that wasn’t strictly scheduled or work-related.

A few minutes passed before he returned, carrying a small plastic bag. Without a word, he placed it gently on your lap.

“What is this…?” you asked softly, your voice laced with confusion.

He didn’t answer right away—just buckled his seatbelt and started the car. You peeked inside the bag—and gasped. A container of strawberries. Your heart skipped. How did he know? Why did he…?

“You didn’t get to eat one at the party,” he said simply, eyes still on the road. “So I bought you some.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He noticed. You stared at him, stunned. A tiny, thoughtful gesture—so unexpected, yet so meaningful. Your heart fluttered.

“Thank you,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

He looked away quickly, ears slightly pink, and scoffed. “They’re just cheap strawberries. Not even the good kind.”

You smiled, eyes lowering to the container in your lap. They were just ordinary strawberries, but somehow, they felt more special than anything you’d ever received.

“But you bought them for me,” you said softly. “You always give me expensive things, but... this simple gesture makes me happier than any of them.”

Alex turned his head slightly to look at you, surprised. His gaze lingered, caught off guard by your words, his ears reddening even more.

Then, quickly, he looked away again.

“N-Nonsense…” he muttered under his breath as he drove on, but the faint curve of his lips betrayed him.