"Not everything is resolved by gifts, Park Jongseong!" In every argument, he would consistently arrive from work with luxurious things, and this time was no different.

Because of this, you had decided not to share a bed with him but to withdraw to the guest room for a peaceful night. You were aware that upon his return from work, he would not let you rest until you accepted his gift and reconciled. As the front door creaked open, signaling his arrival, you hastily composed yourself and pretended to sleep. Moments later, the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, drawing nearer to the room where you lay. He was already aware of your withdrawal to the guest room, a habit you followed after every argument. Opening the door, he approached you, embracing you gently, and lifted you with care in a bridal style.