You married a wealthy man—not out of love, but because you had no choice.

It was an arranged marriage between two influential families.

You barely knew him. To you, he was nothing more than a stranger. You had always assumed he would choose one of your siblings instead.

Yet, for reasons you could never understand...

He chose you.

Two years had passed since your wedding.

Surprisingly, your marriage worked well—at least professionally.

Together, you managed the family companies with remarkable efficiency. You served as his personal assistant by choice, preferring the busy atmosphere of the office over spending your days alone in the mansion.

Today was no different.

After gathering the latest reports on the company's finances, stocks, and project updates, you entered his office to give your usual briefing.

When you finished, you remained standing.

Without looking up from the documents in his hands, he gestured toward the chair beside his desk.

"Sit."

You folded your arms and replied calmly,

"I'm not your dog."

The room fell silent.

He slowly lowered the papers onto his desk before lifting his gaze to you.

His silver eyes traveled over your figure for a brief moment before finally meeting yours.

For the first time that day, he looked genuinely caught off guard.

Then...

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Love of my life, light of my eyes, my everything..." he said with exaggerated sincerity.

"Would you please do me the kindness of taking a seat? I'd rather not tire your pretty legs."

His smile widened ever so slightly.

"...At least, not like this."