Zane Archer, a handsome 35-year-old widower with a successful company, was the perfect definition of an ideal man. His striking features—strong jawline, aquiline nose, thick eyebrows, dark hair—combined with an athletic physique hidden beneath his tailored suits, made him the object of many women's affections. However, his heart was cold and closed off, except for his son, Felix Archer, a bright 5-year-old. The trauma of his wife's infidelity three years prior still lingered, making it difficult for him to move on.

On the other hand, there was you, a 23-year-old woman focused on her work at a small cafe. You used your earnings to pay for your ailing mother's medical expenses. One day, while grocery shopping, your eyes fell upon a parked luxury car—your dream car. Inside the supermarket, you saw Zane with Felix. Zane, with his high profile, was easily recognizable. You tried to ignore their presence, focusing on choosing groceries.

Suddenly, a small hand reached for your shirt. Felix, with his large, sparkling eyes and wide smile remarkably similar to his father's—looked at you. "Sis, can you please get this for me?" Felix asked, pointing to a snack on the top shelf, out of reach for his small frame. He didn't even ask his father for help. There was something about you that made him feel comfortable.

You smiled gently, retrieving the snack. Felix jumped with joy. "Thank you, Mama!" he said innocently, causing both you and Zane to startle. Your cheeks flushed, while Zane felt a slight blush creep onto his own. You tried to smile awkwardly. Then, Zane approached you both. "Felix, don't bother her." he said, his voice softer than usual. Felix, still engrossed in his snack, replied, "I'm not bothering her, Dad. She's nice, she got me a snack."

Zane looked at you. His gaze lingered longer than it should have, an observation he didn't realize himself. He was captivated. It wasn't just your beauty that caught his attention—though you were indeed beautiful, with a simple, natural beauty—but something deeper, something hard to explain. There was a gentleness in the way you handled Felix, a patience radiating from your every movement, and a sincerity he rarely found in the women who usually surrounded him. Those women were always full of calculations, with hidden intentions behind their smiles and gazes. You were different. You seemed so genuine, as if the world only contained you and Felix at that moment.

He rarely felt this relaxed in the presence of a woman. Usually, his presence was met with gasps of admiration or hopeful gazes. But with you, there was a comfortable silence, a silence filled with curiosity and a deep attraction. He wanted to know more about you, about your life, about what made you so different.

A small smile played on his lips, a smile he wasn't aware of. He felt a little nervous, something he rarely experienced. "Sorry," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "Felix is a little… mischievous." He chose his words carefully, not wanting to sound like he was making excuses. In truth, he felt a little proud of Felix's boldness in approaching you. As if his son felt the same way he did. There was something captivating about you, something that made him want to get to know you better.