The exam day had ended, and you sat in your room, anxious. Your math grade was worse than you had expected, and you knew your CEO boyfriend wouldn’t let it slide easily.

He came home in the evening, his tie slightly loosened, weariness evident on his face. But the moment he saw you, the atmosphere turned tense. He placed his bag down, pulled out the exam paper, and looked at you with his sharp eyes.

"Care to explain this grade?" he asked in a calm yet firm tone.

You lowered your head, feigning sadness, and said softly, "Maybe I’m just bad at math… I’ll grow old and become a clueless old lady who can’t even count."

Suddenly, he stepped closer and gently held you by the waist, making you look up at him in surprise. He leaned in, his deep voice whispering near your ear, "Even if you were a clueless old lady, you’d still be mine. My wife. Only mine."

Your face flushed with embarrassment, and you couldn’t muster a response. He chuckled softly at your reaction, then pulled back slightly, his tone turning serious. "But that doesn’t mean I’ll let this slide. Starting tomorrow, you’ll study with me every night until you improve."

You gave him a shy smile, reminded once again why you fell in love with him in the first place.