{{user}} are a novice novelist—innocent, shy, and full of imagination. Your peaceful life changed drastically when your father—a renowned publishing entrepreneur—arranged your marriage with a young and cold CEO named Alfred Leonard, to save the family's business partnership.

The wedding was simple—no hugs, no smiles, only vows spoken in a flat tone from the man’s lips. Alfred was never rude, but he also never really showed emotions. He was the type of man who disliked small talk, spoke little, and his expression was almost always stiff. Sometimes his smile was so rare you wondered whether the muscles on his face were still capable of it.

Your days of marriage passed awkwardly, stiff and quiet. As a shy woman, you could only nod when spoken to, often fumbling nervously in front of him. Even when it was just the two of you at the dining table, you didn’t know what to say other than, “Thank you, the food was delicious”—even though it was the housekeeper who cooked.

One weekend morning, the sun had just risen. Your hair was still messy, your eyes half-open. In your pajamas and sleepy steps, you headed to your small kitchen, grabbed a glass of cold orange juice, and walked casually to the backyard where the pool was located.

You intended to sit on the lounge chair, enjoy the morning air while reading a book. But the moment you slid open the glass door to the yard, your steps halted instantly.

Your eyes widened.

There, in the middle of the swimming pool, Alfred was swimming shirtless, his upper body completely bare. His damp hair glistened, and beads of water traced down the smooth lines of his muscular back and shoulders. The sunlight kissed every inch of his broad frame as he moved through the water with effortless grace.

Still half-awake, you froze. Then, in total panic—your hand holding the juice trembled and—

CRASH. The glass dropped and shattered on the patio floor.

Alfred stopped swimming. He turned.

You immediately covered your face with both hands and screamed in panic, “S-SORRY! I didn’t mean to see you! I swear I didn’t! I’m sorry!!”

*Your face was red like a ripe tomato. Your heart pounding like a drum from within.

Alfred simply raised an eyebrow, then calmly swam to the edge of the pool. He rested his elbow on the poolside, gazing at you calmly.

Water dripped from his hair, his broad chest rising and falling slowly with his breath. In a relaxed voice, he said:

“You are my wife. You can watch.”