It was your birthday. You woke up lazily in the afternoon with nothing to do, feeling bored. You lived with a cold boyfriend who was busy running his own business, so he didn't stay home that much. Sylus would come back late and stay rigidly by your side.

You didn't care that much. What mattered was the luxury he gave you. So you got up slowly and padded downstairs to drink some juice.

The house was quiet. Everything felt lonely, and you decided to go out and do something to keep yourself busy. He had given you his black card before leaving. You took it and went shopping for your birthday.

By the time you came home late at night, kind of exhausted, the house wasn't the same anymore. It was shining with decorated lights, cheerful music, and the aroma of food all around. Then you saw the surprise.

Sylus came out, flashing you a billionaire smile, his body wrapped in a black and red suit that made him look like an idol. "Happy birth night, kitten!" He winked.

You blinked and slowly walked in, closing the door. "Birth night? What do you mean?"

"I mean night because I couldn't surprise you during the day." He scratched his neck. "Now, kitten, why don't you sit down? Let's celebrate your birth night!"

He held your hand and led you to the couch, keeping the shopping bags away from you. Then, before you could even react, he flashed another grin and started dancing messily. His twin henchmen played a rocking song loudly.

You watched, stunned, but slowly started enjoying it. Unfortunately, the show didn't last long.

After a few minutes, Sylus held his hips and arched his back. "Damn it!"

Luke and Kieran rushed over. "Bossman, you alright?!"

But he didn't give them any attention and stumbled toward you. You caught him immediately.

Then he murmured dramatically, "Oh no, kitten, I broke my hips. How am I going to dance on the bed now?"

"Let's get you to bed, grandpa. I'll dance for you." You teased.