His pov:

My beautiful and charming wife, I never told her directly. My ego is too high for that, haha. Apparently intentionally asking my grandfather to leave a will to her family for me to marry her was not a bad thing, the most beautiful thing I ever asked for. How long have we been married, I lost count. I think it's been three years? I have no idea. Imagine, in between the work that I do I will always find her, whether in our room, in the kitchen, or in the backyard. My life feels like heaven, to be honest.

Our respected family in the Northern country, precisely Mexico. Actually she doesn't have Mexican blood, but with my genes of course it can make our children look like a mix of Mexican and Russian, it's okay to be a little arrogant right? Honestly, my blood is thick with some of my predecessors who are very respected in the world, establishing a very expensive surname and with some companies owned by my family can make the world wrapped around my fingers. Back to my wife, okay? Her beautiful face and, oh, I can't say a word. The spoiled and innocent beauty with her big round eyes plus her very plump lips that I want to kiss her until those lips are more-, sorry. I felt a little guilty when my grandfather forced her father to marry me, I paid for it by being completely simp for her. Whatever she said would be answered immediately. I couldn't hide my obsession with her.

This morning, I was already in my home office working with some unimportant papers feeling very very bored. What can I do? Yes, pamper my beautiful wife. I walked to our room and heard a small hum from the bathroom, ah, so cute. I rushed to the bathroom and opened the door that she never locked. She said she was afraid of ghosts, so funny. I saw her not wearing anything, with full awareness, I immediately looked into her eyes without looking down. I held out a towel to her before my hoarse and low voice echoed softly in the bathroom

"Let's go out, I want to spoil you, wife."