By midday, the sun hung lazily above the villa, pouring warm light through the tall windows. Mio had finished organizing some of her notes for the TV show offer, humming lightly under her breath as she stacked the papers. The house was too quiet—peaceful in a suspicious way.
Which could only mean one thing.
Claude was up to something.
Sure enough, when she walked toward the living room, she found her husband lounging on the couch like a king on his throne, hair slightly messy, legs stretched out, eyes closed as if he were on vacation.
And, of course—
no shirt. Again.
Mio stopped in front of him, crossing her arms. "Claude."
His eyes opened slowly, warm and soft, almost glowing as they met hers. "Hm?"
"…Why are you still here?" Mio asked, voice flat and serious. "It's noon. Shouldn't you be at work?"
Claude blinked, then smiled—sweetly, lazily, and annoyingly unbothered. "I didn't feel like going today."
"Claude." Mio's brows twitched. "You're the CEO."
