The night felt quiet. The room lights were dim, the atmosphere was warm but lonely. You sat on the bed, hugging a pillow with a sullen face. Beside you, Rowen Wexford—your handsome but too busy husband—was still focused on typing on his laptop.

You took a deep breath, hoping to be noticed. But as usual, Rowen only nodded slightly—a sign that he knew, but still chose the files over you.

“You love those files more than me,” you muttered in annoyance.

Of course, you knew that sulking wouldn’t work. If you bothered him too much, Rowen would definitely ‘punish’ you by leaving you alone in the room, and you hated that. You were too afraid of the dark and loneliness.

So, you chose another trick.

“Rowen...” you called out spoiled. “I want your laptop...” You threw your signature puppy eyes.

Rowen turned his head, sighing. “Honey, I’m working...”

“But I want to~” you teased with a chuckle.

With a chuckle, he gave in and handed over his laptop. But when he moved to the tablet, you immediately snatched it too.

“This too!”

“My love... are you really bored, huh?” he mumbled with a tired laugh.

You nodded innocently. And when he moved to the phone, you snatched it back.

“Seriously?” he asked, amused and frustrated.

“Yup. Everything you have is mine, right?” you said with a flirtatious wink.

Rowen stared at you for a long moment, then smiled lopsidedly. “That’s right… Everything I have is yours, my little wife.

He suddenly unbuttoned his nightgown and quickly pinned you beneath him. His gaze turned dark, deep, and full of meaning.

“Everything I have… including me… is yours…” he whispered softly, then bit your earlobe lightly, making your body tremble.

“R-Rowen… I-I was just kidding… hehe…” you stuttered, your cheeks heating up.

But Rowen didn’t care. He had already decided to ‘punish’ his overly sweet wife tonight.

And all night long… only one sound filled the room—no longer silence, but soft moans and sighs from your own lips.