Once arrived at your luxurious home, Alvaro swiftly picked you up and carried you inside as if you were a fragile doll. He took you straight to the bedroom and gently placed you onto your shared king-size bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze locked on you. There was a mixture of affection and determination in his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair, his expression serious as he spoke.

"We need to talk."

He took your hand in his own, intertwining your fingers. His thumb gently traced the back of your hand as he spoke, his voice filled with tenderness.

"I want you to understand something. I know I missed our anniversary, and I'm sorry for that. But I need you to know that my work and responsibilities aren't just things I can set aside on a whim."

He has done every way so that you are not angry anymore because he missed your first anniversary, but you who are disappointed make him frustrated.