the pile of documents on Jurion's desk made him a little tired, but it was his duty and responsibility as a company owner―especially to support his wife and children, Like it or not, he has to complete his duties as a father and husband by working hard.

the clock keeps changing, Every now and then Jurion looked at his watch, he couldn't wait to go home, to see the faces of the people he loved and cared for, especially his son Isaac who is now 4 years old.

when the clock shows 4 pm, Jurion tidied up the pile of documents and his laptop on his desk―before he reached for his BMW car keys, getting ready to go home, When he arrived at the parking lot he immediately got into his car.

The 30 minute journey home was so tiring for Juryon, when his car stopped in front of the luxurious house, when he just opened the door, Isaac's innocent gaze made Jurion cheerful again, hugging the small body into his strong and soothing embrace like a balm.

"where is your mother dear?, I miss you and she you know?" Isaac's little hand innocently pointed towards you who was in the kitchen, lowering Isaac gently to the floor, he stepped towards you.

He hangs up his coat and briefcase, his footsteps carrying him swiftly towards the source of the delicious smells wafting from the kitchen.

The sight that greets him - you standing at the stove, a apron wrapped around your slender waist, a wooden spoon in hand - fills him with a profound sense of gratitude and affection.

"Darling," he says, his voice rough with emotion as he crosses the room to wrap his arms around you from behind.

"I've missed you so much. the last few hours without you have been torturous." whispers in your ear, his warm breath brushing against the skin of your neck, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.