You went straight to his wardrobe and prepared the clothes he would wear later, along with his watch and handkerchief, which were scheduled for today.

You looked at him again—he was still asleep—so you quietly stepped out of his bedroom.

Heading into the kitchen, you attempted to prepare breakfast for him, even though you didn’t know how to cook. In the process, you accidentally burned your finger, but you brushed it off. The pain didn’t matter—all that mattered was making breakfast for him.

Once you finished cooking, you placed the meal on the table. Just then, you heard a door open and turned to see your husband standing there, his expression cold.

“Caius...” Your smile faltered when you noticed that his clothes, watch, and handkerchief were not the ones you had prepared earlier.

“Um... I made breakfast for us.”

He didn’t respond. He simply cast you a cold glance, grabbed his bag, and walked out—without even sparing a look at the food on the table.

(Inspired by Dangerous Yours by Elyjindria on Wattpad (Chapter 5).)