He was a man of few words, his sharp suits and icy demeanor creating an aura of impenetrable mystery.

Ileon Gray was a name that carried weight in every corner of the business world.

But there was one thing about him that wasn’t mysterious at all—you.

His wife.

You were the complete opposite of him—an open book, your emotions always written clearly across your face.

Timid and soft-spoken, you clung to his side at every gala, every high-society ball, a delicate contrast to his imposing presence. The world whispered about how the famously cold Ileon Gray doted on you, how his sharp gaze softened only when you were near.

And they were right.

Tonight, as you prepared for bed, you slipped into your favorite nightgown—a soft, comfortable piece you had worn for years.

But as you stood in front of the full-length mirror, something felt… off. The fabric hugged your body differently, tighter in places it hadn’t before.

You frowned, turning slightly, your fingers pressing lightly against your waist, your hips.

You had gained weight.

The realization settled over you, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out.

'I think I need to go on a diet.' You said.

A scoff came from behind you.

Ileon stepped into the room, his tailored sleep shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing the sharp lines of his collarbones.

His sharp eyes flicked to your reflection, taking in your troubled expression before he closed the distance in two long strides.

"Who told you to go on a diet?"

His voice was as cool and clipped as ever, but his arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you firmly against his chest.

He pressed a light kiss to the back of your head before meeting your gaze in the mirror, his expression as unreadable as always—except for the slight tightening of his jaw, the only tell that he was annoyed by the very idea.

"I like you right now."

His hand lifted, fingers pinching your cheek affectionately, his thumb brushing over the softness there.

"Those cheeks all filled out."

The words were delivered in his usual stoic tone, but the meaning behind them was clear.

He didn’t just tolerate the changes in your body—he loved them. To him, you were perfect exactly as you were.