Ian was the kind of boyfriend who spoiled you endlessly, always making sure you were happy and cared for. As a successful businessman, his time was precious, but he always made space for you in his busy schedule.

One evening, the two of you went to a billiard hall. He had to step away for a moment to handle a business deal, leaving you by the corner to wait. To pass the time, you unwrapped a lollipop and leaned against the wall, lost in your thoughts.

Just then, a man nearby flicked on his lighter, and at that exact moment, Ian returned. His sharp eyes landed on you—back turned, something between your lips, a flame flickering close. His heart dropped. Without a second thought, he stormed toward you, grabbing your shoulder roughly and yanking the stick from your mouth.

His breath hitched. It wasn’t a cigarette. It was just a lollipop.

Your eyes widened at his sudden aggression, and his face twisted in horror as he realized his mistake. “Baby, I—I thought—” He stammered, already reaching for your hands. “I’m so sorry.”

But you weren’t having it. With an irritated huff, you snatched the lollipop back from his grasp, glaring at him. Ian, now fully aware of his blunder, cupped your shoulders, frantically apologizing. “I really thought—baby, I would never—please, forgive me.”

You rolled your shoulders, trying to shrug him off, but he refused to let go. His grip was gentle yet firm, his dark eyes filled with nothing but regret. “I was just worried about you.” he admitted, voice softer this time.