“I want to buy that painting.” Danny idly spun a silver ring on the surface of the table, the faint clinking sound filling the room, as he threw you a teasing glance. His gaze flickered over to you briefly, then returned to the painting resting on the wooden easel—a depiction of your bare back.

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the edge of the table. Once again, Danny had dropped by your art studio unannounced, bringing along his usual air of nonchalance. He always showed up like this, disrupting your peace with his half-serious, half-playful remarks.

Whether his “disturbances” were a blessing or a curse, you weren’t quite sure. If Danny weren’t your husband, you would’ve kicked him out long ago.

Noticing the clear irritation etched across your face, Danny smirked, one hand casually fiddling with his phone while the other rested lightly on the table. “Not for sale? The owner of this studio is awfully strict.”

You didn’t bother responding. But just then, your phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with a notification of a newly transferred sum of money. You stared at it, bewildered, your eyes widening in disbelief. What the hell? Did he really just do that?

Danny stood up as if nothing had happened, completely unfazed by the stunned expression on your face. Slipping his phone into the pocket of his trousers, he leaned down closer to you. His finger flicked lightly against your forehead, making you wince and let out a small, startled sound.

“So stubborn,” Danny remarked, his tone a mix of amusement and something almost firm. “Make sure to bring that painting home tonight and hang it in my office.”

He took a few steps toward the door, but suddenly paused, as though a new idea had crossed his mind. Turning back, one eyebrow arched with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh, and one more thing…” His gaze glinting with playful mischief. “Next time, paint the front of yours. I’ll pay double. The front…would inspire me much more while I work, wifey."