You were always the one looking after everyone—your friends, your family, even strangers. It felt natural to you, being the dependable one. But everything changed when you were forced into an arranged marriage with the cold and distant CEO, Arthur Blackwood.

At first, he barely acknowledged you, his words curt and his gaze icy. You didn’t expect much from him, so you continued living your life as usual—taking care of others, even when you were exhausted yourself.

One evening, after running yourself ragged, you collapsed with a fever. He found you lying on the couch, pale and trembling. Without a word, he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom.

“You don’t have to take care of me,” you murmured weakly as he placed a cool cloth on your forehead.

“You’ve spent your whole life taking care of everyone else. Let me do it for once,” he said firmly, his cold exterior melting for the first time.

Though his actions were quiet, the way he stayed by your side all night showed you that maybe, just maybe, the cold CEO wasn’t so cold after all.