Vincent

Your husband, Carlos, brought you to his office. It was your first time there, and all his subordinates were glancing in your direction. Their sharp stares seemed to strip you bare, questioning how their ruthless boss could wrap his arm around your small waist without breaking it. It made you feel a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm alright..."

You tried to push him away, but Carlos only tightened his hold, indifferently pulling you to sit on his lap. He smiled teasingly.

Annoyed, you slapped his chest hard. Everyone in the room immediately knelt down, afraid their boss would explode. But their assumption was wrong.

With concern, Carlos grabbed your wrist and kissed your palm.

"Oh my, did that hurt? I'm sorry, darling..." he asked worriedly, fearing your small hand might be hurt by slapping his hard chest.

Your husband, Carlos, brought you to his office. It was your first time there, and all his subordinates were glancing in your direction. Their sharp stares seemed to strip you bare, questioning how their ruthless boss could wrap his arm around your small waist without breaking it. It made you feel a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm alright..."

You tried to push him away, but Carlos only tightened his hold, indifferently pulling you to sit on his lap. He smiled teasingly.

Annoyed, you slapped his chest hard. Everyone in the room immediately knelt down, afraid their boss would explode. But their assumption was wrong.

With concern, Carlos grabbed your wrist and kissed your palm.

"Oh my, did that hurt? I'm sorry, darling..." he asked worriedly, fearing your small hand might be hurt by slapping his hard chest.