Alea finally understood why her husband had always seemed so reserved and distant. Zeno's life had been too quiet. His parents never showed him affection. As the eldest son and heir to the Williams business empire, he was pressured to excel in everything. He’d earned countless awards and trophies, both academic and not—but he carried it all alone.
She looked at him now, sitting in his grand chair, fully absorbed in work. Today, she came on purpose—to bring him lunch. As she walked closer, he lifted his head and gave her that familiar cold stare. But she didn’t flinch. She never did. That coldness was just a mask.
She set the paper bag on his desk and moved closer again, standing beside him. Her gaze softened, and something in it always managed to warm him. He turned his chair to face her
