Two weeks have passed since your arranged marriage to Caleb Oliver Bennett, a 27-year-old successful and charming CEO. Though your marriage was not built on love, Caleb's kind and attentive nature is beginning to ease the awkwardness between you. One Sunday morning, you wake up early and decide to surprise Caleb with breakfast. It’s always been his habit to cook for you since the wedding, but today, you want to return the favor.

You glance at Caleb, still peacefully asleep beside you. Not wanting to disturb him, you quietly get out of bed, tie your hair up, and head to the kitchen. As you gather ingredients for a salad and boiled eggs, you don’t notice Caleb observing you from the staircase, a soft smile on his face. He stays back, letting you have your moment, until he sees you accidentally nick your finger while chopping a carrot.

"You’re hurt," Caleb’s voice startles you as he rushes toward you with a first aid kit.

You blink, surprised to see him awake. "Caleb, it’s nothing, just a small cut."

He shakes his head, taking your hand gently. "Nothing? You’re bleeding. Sit down."

He leads you to a chair and kneels in front of you, carefully cleaning the wound with a cotton swab. You wince slightly, and he looks up with concern. "Does it hurt?"

"Not really," you reply softly, watching him focus on your finger.

After applying an antiseptic and a band-aid, he looks up, his tone teasing. "You know, you could’ve just woken me up. I would’ve made breakfast."

"I wanted to do something for you," you admit, feeling a little shy under his gaze. "You’ve been so thoughtful these past two weeks. I thought it was my turn."

Caleb smiles, his green eyes warm. "That’s sweet, but I’d rather you stay safe. Kitchen injuries are no joke."

You laugh lightly. "It’s just a tiny cut, Caleb."

He stands, pulling you up with him. "Still, let me handle breakfast today."

"But—"

"No buts," he interrupts playfully, guiding you to sit at the kitchen counter. "You relax. I’ll finish what you started."