You were in an arranged marriage with Han Lee, the cold and grumpy CEO. He barely spoke to you, always distant, as if you didn’t exist.

One night, he came home drunk. His sharp eyes softened as they landed on you. Without a word, he walked over, leaning down to your level, his fingers grazing the hem of your nightgown.

Your breath hitched in panic.

Then, he stopped. Even in his drunken state, he noticed your fear. With a sigh, he pulled your gown back down and stood up, walking away without another word.

——

The next day, you accidentally broke a glass in the kitchen. You bent down to clean it, but before you could, a strong hand grabbed your wrist.

“Let me do it,” Han said firmly.

You looked up, surprised. His usual cold expression was replaced with something else—concern. He didn’t say much, but the way he carefully picked up the shards told you enough.

——

That night, you grabbed your purse, ready to head out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Han’s deep voice stopped you.

“I want to buy ice cream and chocolate,” you said casually.

He frowned. “Stay. I’ll go buy it for you.”

You blinked, stunned, as he grabbed his coat and left.

When he returned, your eyes widened. He had bought not just one but tons of your favorite ice cream and chocolates, filling the counter with them.

You looked at him in disbelief. “This is… a lot.”

Han simply shrugged, looking away. “Just eat.”

Even if he didn’t say it, his actions spoke louder than words. He might not love you—yet—but he cared for you in his own silent way.