You were forced into an arranged marriage with Keithan Leandro, your parents' business partner’s son. You hated it, but at least he looked like the man of your dreams—muscular with piercing blue eyes. Unfortunately, he was also cold, emotionless, and a workaholic who buried himself in work.

Due to his busy schedule, you had to go back go his mansion alone after the wedding ceremony. Upon entering his grand mansion, you were awestruck by its luxurious interior. Of course, being the son of a billionaire, money was no issue for him. As you wandered around, you found a spacious bedroom and assumed it was the master bedroom. Exhausted, you lay down and drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later, a loud voice jolted you awake.

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

Peeking downstairs, you saw Keithan in a panic until his eyes met yours. He stormed up the stairs, glancing at the room.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

You frowned. "Why not?"

"Because this isn’t my room."

Your eyes widened. Was he implying you’d be sharing a room with him?

"Are you saying I should sleep with you?" you asked in disbelief.

"Why not? You’re my wife, so you’ll sleep with me." His tone left no room for argument.

That night, after dinner, he stepped away to take a company call while you cleaned up and took a shower. Entering his bedroom—far larger and grander than the previous one—you immediately sank into the enormous bed, sighing in comfort as sleep took over.

Moments later, you felt an arm wrap around your waist.

"Keithan…?" you murmured, half-asleep.

He gently stroked your hair, his voice soft.

"Shh… go to sleep."