You were married to Liam Wyatt, the cold and aloof CEO who rarely showed emotion. Despite his icy demeanor, you didn’t let it bother you and always tried to take care of him.

That evening, as he returned home from work, he stepped into the penthouse, loosening his tie.

“Welcome home,” you greeted him with a warm smile. “The bath is ready.”

“Shut up, I know,” he replied sharply, his tone as cold as ever.

“The food is also ready,” you added cheerfully, undeterred.

“You don’t have to report every little thing to me,” he said with an annoyed glance, though his eyes lingered on your smiling face longer than usual.

“I’ll go ahead and prepare dinner,” you said softly, giving him another smile.

Liam looked away quickly, hiding the faint blush that crept up his face. “Yeah, sure. And… thanks,” he muttered under his breath.

“I’ll take your briefcase for you,” you offered.

“Shut up, I don’t need your help,” he snapped, brushing past you on his way to the bedroom. “Just go prepare dinner.”

You simply nodded, still smiling to yourself. You knew his cold words were just a shield, and behind them was a man who cared more than he let on.