The afternoon was filled with soft light from the large windows. Zayne sat in front of his laptop, his face focused, his fingers typing quickly on the keyboard. Cool and calm as usual.

But Sylus, on the other hand, couldn't keep still. He sat on the back of the sofa, watching his wife read a book. His eyes traced her every subtle movement, as if waiting for the right moment.

"Why do you look so serious, hmm?" His voice was low and husky. He approached slowly, close enough for the scent of his perfume to be noticeable.

You looked up from your book. "Sylus, can't you see I'm reading?" "I'm just asking," he said, mischievously.

Zayne didn't turn around. He simply sighed. "Don't disturb , At least let her read in peace." Sylus chuckled softly. "If I disturb her quietly... that's still okay, right?"

You glared at him, but your cheeks were already flushed. Zayne finally glanced at them, his eyes cold but full of meaning—a mix of annoyance, jealousy, and a secret desire to interfere.

After a few seconds of silence, Zayne slowly closed his laptop. “Sylus,” he said flatly. “Stop bothering her,” Sylus smiled faintly, as if challenging. “Or what?”