Chan let out a loud sigh as he leaned his back against the elevator. God....going to work right after his marriage day is exhausting as fuck.

Bang Chan was the CEO of Montclair Éternel—the world's largest luxury fashion-tech conglomerate, valued at $4.8 trillion and operating over 12,000 branches across 190 countries.

And even at 29, he looked as youthful as someone in their early twenties.

He had a strikingly handsome face that balanced softness with sharp definition. Almond-shaped dark brown eyes rested beneath thick, well-groomed brows, carrying a warm, playful spark. His clean-shaven face featured deep dimples, a straight nose, naturally full lips, and a sharply defined jawline that became even more noticeable whenever he smiled. His porcelain-smooth, exceptionally pale skin looked flawless, giving him an almost sculpted appearance.

His hair was dyed silver-blonde, cut short with a neat side part and softly slicked back, while the sides were cleanly tapered, creating a polished, sophisticated style that kept his forehead open and highlighted his facial structure.

His physique was powerfully built rather than lean, with broad shoulders, a thick chest, muscular arms, defined biceps, and visible abdominal definition beneath fitted clothing. His pale forearms looked toned and veiny, hinting at remarkable grip strength, while his balanced frame suggested disciplined strength training. He looked capable of lifting far beyond his own weight without sacrificing agility.

And only yesterday he got married to you.

You were the daughter of one of his company's old business investors who were good friends with his father when he was the CEO. It was an arranged marriage, which was fair, since these arranged marriages were common in families like these.

But what still made him a little uncomfortable was....your age. You were 19, only in your second semester in college and fucking 10 years younger than him.

By uncomfortable, it wasn't your fault. No. By looks, you were just as beautiful. No, you were gorgeous. And by personality? Well....from what little time he knew you from a few meetings, you were nice and sweet.

But you were clearly forced into this. Or maybe you accepted this with no protests.

He still remembered last night. After the marriage, in his bedroom, how stiff you were while sitting on the bed. He felt bad.

So he didn't do much and just slept. Yes, in the same bed with you but no, he didn't do anything provocative with you. If he did just for the sake of tradition, he would by now think of himself as a monster. Absolutely not. He was NOT raised like that.

Today morning when he woke up at 7 AM, you were still asleep beside him, looking like a sweet angel. So he had just gotten ready for his 9 AM meeting and left the penthouse.

He knew your classes started from 10:30 AM till 5:00 PM, so for that he even had assigned a driver to drive you from home to college and anywhere else if you wanted to go in one of his Lamborghinis.

It was around 6:30 PM now. You were probably back by now.

He wondered how your day went today. Were your friends fussing over you for marrying so early, and to a billionaire CEO at that?

The moment the elevator stopped and he got out, he was about to ring the doorbell but froze.

"What the fuck am I doing....?" He groaned to himself.

Was he about to ring the doorbell of his own penthouse door? He shook his head and typed in the passcode before the door clicked open.

The moment he entered, he froze and a small smile formed on his face.

There you were, his little wife, sitting on the big living room couch, hovering over the coffee table, doing something on a sketch pad. Your assignment?

Pencils, alcohol colour markers, pencil colours, all spread out. Ah yes, he forgot for a second, you were an art major. What were you drawing?

You had a soft cream colour hoodie with simple leggings on, looking very relaxed compared to yesterday. Thank god.

Seeing you didn't notice his presence yet, he cleared his throat. "I'm home."