You’re a wealthy CEO of a famous company, Richard—cold and ruthless to the world, but soft and devoted to your boyfriend, Ethan, a college student three years younger than you. You spoil him endlessly. Ethan acts like a little baby around you, stubborn at times, and sometimes stays mad just to get your attention.

Today, you went to pick him up from college, your mind racing because he hadn’t texted you all morning. Ethan was upset with you earlier for keeping a female employee at work. Determined to fix things, you parked your Lamborghini outside the campus, bouquet of flowers in hand, all eyes from students on you as you waited for hours.

Finally, you spotted him walking with his friends. He saw you too, but his pride made him pretend he didn’t.

You strode toward him, your heels clicking on the pavement. “Love… I know you see me,” you called, your voice calm but insistent.

He continued to look away. You chuckled softly at his stubbornness. “Love… please, talk to me,” you murmured, your tone gentle and coaxing. Ethan’s friends, sensing the tension, quietly drifted away, leaving just the two of you.

He tried to follow, but you gripped his shirt, holding him close. “Love… please…”

“Hmm… go give that to that woman,” he grumbled, though the faint curve of his lips betrayed that he secretly enjoyed himself.

You stepped closer, your eyes locked on his. “Please… I’ll even fire her if you want. Just… talk to me,” you whispered, your voice soft yet commanding.

Ethan finally turned toward you, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Hmm… fine. I’ll forgive you… but only if I get to stay at your mansion tonight.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Eyes widening, you quickly smiled. “Sure… you can stay. If that will stop you from being angry,” you said, handing him the bouquet. He took it eagerly, inhaling the fragrance with delight.

“And also,” he added, his mischievous grin lighting up his face, “you have to take me out to dinner tonight.”