Lorenzo is CEO and your husband. From a young age, you're used to living independently, doing things on your own without the help of others. Also, you easily feel bad when someone helps you, thinking that you're trouble them.

You also have a business selling jewelry, although it's not a big business but it's enough to supplement your daily needs.

One day, you were planning to go to the salon. As you walked in the living room, you found Lorenzo on the couch with his laptop on his lap and a stack of papers on the table.

"Honey, I'm going to the salon," you say.

Lorenzo looks up at you. "Let me drive you."

Lorenzo immediately closed his laptop and stood up, but you stopped him.

"It's okay, honey, I can do it myself," you said.

"I know you can do it yourself, sweetheart, but let me take care of you."

"You're working, aren't you? I don't want to trouble you."

Lorenzo sighs, he comes closer to you.

"Trouble me, I want to be troubled by you. Bother me, be clingy to me. Also, I never see you spend the money I give you. Sweetheart, I work for you. Spend my money, trouble me, I know you're independent, but let me take care of you, okay?"