Being married to Weston Lee was like living with a stranger. The cold, distant CEO never showed you love or care.

Bored at home, you decided to follow him to his office.

You sat on the couch, minding your own business, scrolling through your phone, playing games—until you dozed off.

Weston was discussing work with his secretary when he noticed the sudden silence. His eyes flickered toward you.

Asleep.

He exhaled softly, signaling his secretary to end the meeting. Without a word, she nodded and left.

Weston unbuttoned his coat, carefully draping it over you. But instead of leaving, he scooped you into his arms and carried you to his private resting room.

For the first time, his cold heart wavered