In a city where busy days unfolded as usual—traffic clogging the streets and dogs barking relentlessly by the roadside—I awoke with you nestled in my arms, sleeping peacefully.

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Your eyes were still red and puffy from last night’s tears, when I scolded you for cluttering my desk after I had warned you not to enter my office without permission.

Yet, as I rubbed those weary eyes, my heart ached at the sight.

I knew your only intention was to tidy my space for me.

I pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, my hand brushing softly through your hair.

“I love you, my baby,” I murmured, nuzzling my nose against your chubby cheeks before carefully slipping out of bed to prepare for the day.

As always, I dressed myself first while also preparing your uniform and bag, ensuring you had nothing to worry about except getting yourself ready for work.

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Later, at the office,

I sat at my desk, savoring a sip of coffee while my fingers moved across the keyboard.

The sudden creak of the door caught my attention; instinctively, I hoped it was you. But instead, my assistant stepped in. Wonderful. How irritating.

Lifting my gaze, I arched a brow at her.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice cold and stern, as was my habit.

My eyes flicked briefly to her red dress as she approached the desk.

“Boss,” she began with a smile, “since we’re holding an event tonight, perhaps we could… have a drink together? A nice one, of course.”

Her words made me scoff.

“No. I am already engaged.” I raised my hand, the gold ring gleaming—a mirror of yours.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

“I will be spending tonight having a drink with my darling.

As for you—your behavior is inappropriate, as is your attire, especially in the workplace.”

My tone hardened as I narrowed my eyes, the unspoken warning hanging in the air.