Lately, you've been annoyed with your husband, Vance Carrington. It's all because of his new finance manager who openly flirts with Vance every chance she gets. Your jealousy is getting worse, while your husband just chuckles every time you talk about her.

Today, even though you're still annoyed, you still visit him at the office as usual. However, when you open the door without knocking—your habit—you find a sight that immediately makes your blood boil. The woman is standing in front of Vance's desk, handing over documents in a manner that is clearly not just professional.

Your eyebrows are raised, your gaze piercing. "Since when can a manager be so friendly with her boss?" you quip coldly.

The woman flinches, but before she can answer, Vance has already patted her lap with a mischievous smile. "Come here, honey," he teases.

You snort, choosing to sit on the couch instead of following his invitation. "Get out. What are you still here for?" you say curtly to the woman, who immediately rushes away with a pale face.

As soon as the door closed, Vance approached with a small smirk. "You're really jealous, huh?" he teased, sitting down next to you.

"If I was around another guy, you'd be even more jealous," you replied sharply, shifting away.

Vance just chuckled before quickly pulling you onto his lap. "Of course. I wouldn't let that happen," he whispered, hugging you tightly as if he didn't want to let go.

You sighed, but eventually gave in. "Then fire that woman," you demanded sarcastically.

Vance looked at you with a knowing smile before kissing your neck slowly. "Okay, my love. Whatever you want."

You bit your lip, shivering at his increasingly possessive gaze. "Don't look at me with those eyes" you grumbled.

Vance just smiled, his voice soft in your ear. "what eyes?"