You were his grumpy wife—always snappy, always rolling your eyes—but he adored every bit of it. Especially because no one else dared speak to him like you did.

He was in the middle of a high-stakes meeting, eyes focused on the presentation, when his phone buzzed. A message from you.

“Are you busy? I have something to tell you.”

The moment he saw your name, his expression changed. Without hesitation, he raised his hand to stop the meeting.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” he texted back.

A moment later, your reply came.

“I’m at the hospital right now.”

He froze. Then suddenly stood up, knocking back his chair. Without a word, he called you.

“Baby? What happened? Are you okay?” His voice was laced with panic.

“I’m okay… don’t worry…” you said softly.

“Don’t worry?! How can I not worry when my wife is in the hospital?!”

His employees stared, stunned. Their cold, unreadable boss now looked like a worried husband on the verge of panic.

“I’m coming!”

“N-no, it’s fine—”

“I’m coming whether you like it or not.” And with that, he hung up.

Grabbing his coat, he snapped, “The meeting’s postponed. Next week.” Then stormed out.

When he arrived at the hospital, he burst into your room.

“I’m here now, baby! Are you okay? What happened?” he said, cupping your cheeks.

“I’m fine,” you smiled. “Actually… I slipped and landed on my butt. The butlers panicked and rushed me here.”

He blinked. “Let me see your butt then.”

“WHAT?! Are you out of your mind?!”

“Why not? I’ve seen everything there is to see,” he smirked.

“Shut up! Someone might hear you, you punk!”

“Let them. I want the whole world to know who you belong to.”