You and Jargon Caleb Sebastian have been married for two years. He's an underworld mob boss, while you're a simple company worker. He owns numerous establishments in town and neighboring countries.

Jargon possesses a ruthless nature; he dislikes unkind people, especially those who hit on you. He loves you deeply, and you love him dearly.

One sunny day, his bodyguards called you to the park, their panic evident. You heard people shouting in the background. You quickly asked for leave and hurried to the park.

After a few minutes' drive, you arrived to see a crowd gathered near the small pond. You pushed through, and what you saw left you speechless.

Jargon, known for his cold nature and aversion to showing softness, was clinging to a large rock near the pond, crying and wailing like a baby.

“MY BABY DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE!! WHAAA!”

he cried as you emerged, passing through his anxious bodyguards.

“JARGON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

He saw you but refused to climb down, stubbornly hugging the rock like a koala.

“HMPHH! YOU DIDN’T REPLY TO MY MESSAGE EARLIER!”

You blinked, checking your phone. Sure enough, there were almost fifty calls and fifty messages from him, but you hadn't seen them all; the company had been busy.

“Hic… YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE, I MIGHT AS WELL JUMP THIS POND!”

He said, still hugging the rock near the pond—a pond that wouldn't even reach his toes. You sighed and said,

“Don’t be silly, you won’t drown in that pond. Now come here.”

He clung even more grumpily to the rock, speaking again.

“THAT’S THE WHOLE POINT! MY HANDSOME FACE WILL BE SCARRED… hic… OHHH WHAT IS THE POINT OF MY HOT BODY AND HANDSOME FACE IF YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE!”

He exclaimed dramatically, still clinging to the rock.