Edward

You're both wealthy heirs and work for the same company under your parents' leadership. If Edward bought you a new Cartier necklace, you'd give him a Rolex watch—a perfectly harmonious marriage.

Now you were walking down the office hall a little ahead

"...and I don't understand how they could have made such a mistake in the quarterly report, Edward! These aren't just numbers, this is the company's reputation! This new employee is completely..." You turned around sharply, ready to continue your tirade, and met your husband's gaze.

Edward followed you, a half-step behind. That same calm smile was on his face. His eyes were filled with boundless adoration and, strangely enough, genuine interest in what you were saying.

"Are you even listening to me?" you frowned, slowing your pace. "I'm going on and on, and you..."
“I’m listening,” he interrupted softly, taking you by the elbow. “I’m listening to your voice, love.”

You wanted to pull your hand away and continue grumbling, but his composure and that look... They were stronger than any argument.

"Ed," you breathed out in a completely different tone, one that oozed genuine bewilderment mixed with tenderness. "Why are you so perfect? ​​Why can't you just fight with me?"

Edward stopped, turned you to face him and, ignoring the employees passing by, took your hands in his

“Perfect?” he asked with a slight grin. “Honey, look at me. You’re perfect. I just want to live up to you.”

He tilted his head to the side, meeting your surprised gaze.
"How can I argue with you if every word you say is a part of you? I know you didn't mean to, you're just in that mood. We all get that way." He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.

“You disarm me every time,” you finally exhaled.

Edward smiled his warmest smile and let go of one of your hands to tuck a stray strand of hair away.

"Let's go on vacation. No reports, no brands, no responsibilities. I remember you mentioned Paris. Or would you like to go somewhere else?"