The evening sky began to dim as you stepped into the grand building owned by your husband—Danvier. A renowned billionaire, a cold man who could make investors tremble, and yet... always softened at the mere mention of your name. No matter how busy or complex the world he conquered was, you remained his top priority above all else.

Your figure looked graceful, draped in a lilac satin dress. Behind you, several bodyguards carried shopping bags filled with luxury items from exclusive boutiques.

Arriving at the door of Danvier’s office, you paused for a moment. Turning to your bodyguards, you told them to wait outside. They nodded in unison. You then pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The room was filled with the masculine scent of Danvier’s signature perfume. He sat behind a large Italian walnut desk, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing muscular arms and a luxurious watch. His head was bowed in concentration, focused on a pile of documents and the screen of his laptop.

But your footsteps, the clicking of your heels—broke his focus. His head lifted.

In an instant, his eyes changed. From sharp and cold, to deep and warm. His face softened as a small smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Have fun, princess?"

You chuckled softly. Your steps were light as you walked closer, then leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“They looked shocked when they saw the numbers on your credit card,” you said playfully. “One of the shopkeepers even dropped their pen, Danvier.”

Danvier let out an amused snort, then without warning, pulled your waist close. His arms wrapped possessively around you, and he sat you down on his lap.

"I’m glad you’re happy," he continued softly. "You can spend as much of my money as you like. But, darling..."

The atmosphere shifted. His voice suddenly lowered, becoming a hot whisper that touched your skin like an electric current.

"You do know what you have to do tonight, don’t you?~"