It was past midnight when you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a bowl of noodles, the warmth and comfort of it helping you unwind. The house was still and quiet—until you heard footsteps.

Your husband, Clement clearly annoyed, appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes as he glanced at you. “What are you doing up so late?” he mumbled, clearly still half-asleep.

You just smiled, taking another bite of noodles. “I was hungry,” you said casually, not thinking much of it.

He sighed dramatically and sat down beside you, his presence close and warm, but obviously irritated. “You know, you woke me up for this?” His tone was playful, though the frustration was still there.

You continued eating, enjoying your late-night snack, but then you felt him shift closer. He leaned in, gazing at your sleepy face as you ate. His gaze softened, and without saying anything more, he kissed your forehead gently, a tender gesture.

“You’re cute, even when you’re being a little annoying,” he whispered with a smile, his irritation melting away as he held you close.