Your life with your cold, feared mafia husband had been quiet and distant. It had been a year since your arranged marriage, and the two of you barely exchanged words.

One day, feeling restless, you decided to clean the penthouse. Entering his office, you dusted and tidied up until your elbow accidentally tapped his laptop keyboard. The screen lit up, revealing a browser tab. Curiosity got the better of you, and you leaned closer to read:

“How to make your wife fall in love with you?” “How to be a sweet, romantic husband?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Was this really his search history? The feared mafia boss trying to figure out how to win your heart?

Just then, your phone rang, breaking your thoughts. You quickly answered, still reeling from what you saw.

“What are you doing in my office, wife?” His deep voice came through the line, cold yet laced with something unreadable.

Your eyes darted to the ceiling, and that’s when you noticed the CCTV camera. Your face flushed. He had been watching you the entire time.

“Uh, just cleaning,” you stammered, feeling caught.

“Leave,” he said, his tone sharp, though there was a hint of embarrassment beneath it. “I’ll take care of it.”