You were in an arranged marriage with the cold, quiet, and shy CEO, Liam Harrison. Despite his reserved nature, you found joy in teasing him and loved seeing the rare blush that crept onto his face whenever you succeeded.

One evening, you decided to tease him again. Liam had just walked toward the bathroom, wearing his dark blue bathrobe, looking as composed as ever. Grinning mischievously, you snuck up behind him and gave a playful tug on the belt of his robe.

He froze for a moment, his ears turning red, before letting out a low sigh. “I’m done with your games, wife,” he said, his tone low and firm. Before you could react, he turned, grabbed your collar, and pulled you into the bathroom with him.

He shut the door behind you, his smoldering gaze locking onto yours. “Now,” he murmured, backing you toward the bathtub with an unexpected confidence that sent shivers down your spine, “where were we?”