The executive floor of Watson Group was unusually silent.
Not the normal working silence.
It was the kind of silence that came from fear.
Every keyboard was pressed carefully. Every heel was placed softly on the marble floor. Even the air around the CEO's cabin felt heavy.
Because inside…
Mark Keifer Watson was in.
The youngest CEO in the history of the company.
Cold. Sharp. Unreachable. Bossy.
And dangerously perfect.
Keifer stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of his cabin, one hand inside the pocket of his tailored black pants, his phone pressed to his ear.
His voice was low.
"Jay… are you done pretending you're busy?"
On the other side of the call, Jay scoffed.
"Excuse me, Mr. CEO. Some of us actually work."
Keifer raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so? Because ten minutes ago you said you were 'buried under files'… and right now I can hear a spoon."
There was a small pause.
Then—
"…It's tea."
He closed his eyes slowly.
"Of course it is."
Jay laughed softly.
"You track my sounds now?"
"I don't track," he replied calmly.
"I observe."
She made a small offended noise.
"That's creepy."
"It's efficient."
"You only say that because you're bossy."
His lips curved before he could stop them.
Jay noticed.
"…Did you just smile?"
Keifer froze.
"No."
"You did," she insisted. "I heard it."
"You cannot hear a smile."
"Oh, trust me," Jay said lightly.
"With you, I can."
Outside the cabin, his personal assistant stopped walking.
Inside the open workspace, a few employees slowly lifted their heads.
Keifer… smiling?
Impossible.
He turned slightly, resting his shoulder against the glass.
"Why are you calling during office hours?" he asked her quietly.
Jay hesitated for a second.
"I just wanted to hear your voice."
That simple sentence landed much deeper than she probably intended.
Keifer's jaw tightened.
"…You know I'm in a meeting block."
"I know," she whispered.
"I won't keep you long."
There was something soft in her tone today.
Something tired.
He felt it immediately.
"Jay," he said, his voice losing its edge,
"what happened?"
"Nothing."
He didn't believe her.
"Say it properly."
She sighed softly.
"It's just… the hospital was hectic today. A complicated case. Long surgery."
He turned away from the glass and walked slowly to his desk.
"You didn't eat, did you?"
There was silence.
He knew.
"Jay."
"…I drank juice."
His fingers pressed against the desk.
"That wasn't my question."
"I'll eat later."
His voice dropped.
"You said that yesterday."
"And I survived."
That did it.
A low, helpless breath escaped him.
"You are impossible."
And then—
A small sound slipped from his chest.
A soft, broken chuckle.
A real one.
Outside, the assistant's eyes widened.
Inside the office floor—
Someone dropped a pen.
Keifer Mark Watson…
laughed.
Jay went quiet.
"…Keifer?"
He cleared his throat, regaining control.
"What?"
"You just laughed."
He frowned at the screen of his phone.
"No, I didn't."
"You did," she said gently.
"It was small… but you did."
He leaned back into his chair.
"This conversation is inaccurate."
Jay smiled on the other end.
"I like this version of you."
He lifted an eyebrow.
"There is only one version of me."
"Not true."
"Oh?"
"There's the scary CEO Keifer…"
He waited.
"…and then there's the Keifer who worries if I ate."
His fingers tightened around the phone.
"You make it sound dramatic."
"It is dramatic," she replied softly.
"You just don't realise it."
A knock came at his door.
He lifted his hand slightly—
don't enter.
The knock stopped.
Jay heard the faint sound.
"Am I distracting you?"
"Yes," he said honestly.
She laughed.
"Wow. Straight answer."
"You asked."
A soft pause.
"Keifer… are you angry that I called?"
"No."
"You sounded serious earlier."
He closed his eyes.
"That's my default face."
She hummed.
"I wish I could see it right now."
His voice softened unconsciously.
"You already know how I look."
"I know how you look when you're cold."
He froze.
"…And when I'm not?"
She smiled to herself.
"When you're like this."
He didn't respond.
He couldn't.
She continued quietly.
"You sound warmer."
The word wrapped around him in a strange way.
Warmer.
Keifer looked at the sunlight pouring into his office.
No one had ever described him that way.
"Jay," he said after a moment,
"promise me something."
"What?"
"Eat properly."
She chuckled.
"That's your serious request?"
"Yes."
"Not world domination?"
"Later."
That finally made her laugh properly.
And he…
laughed again.
This time louder.
Clearer.
Uncontrolled.
Outside the glass cabin—
The assistant nearly forgot how to breathe.
Two managers standing nearby stared openly.
Someone whispered,
"Is… is he okay?"
Inside, Keifer pressed two fingers to his temple.
"You're turning me into a problem."
"A good problem."
"There is no such thing."
"There is," she replied softly.
"You."
He went silent.
She suddenly changed the topic.
"By the way… Grandpa called me."
His eyes sharpened immediately.
"What did he say?"
"He asked when I'm coming to the office with you again."
Keifer smirked.
"He's bored without you."
"Or he likes me more than you."
"That is not difficult."
She gasped dramatically.
"Mark Keifer Watson!"
He smiled again.
This time, he didn't hide it.
"You should come tomorrow."
Jay blinked.
"To the office?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because," he said calmly,
"the entire company deserves to see the person responsible."
"For what?"
He glanced through the glass wall.
People were pretending very badly not to stare.
"For the crime," he said quietly,
"of making me laugh."
Jay went still.
Her voice dropped.
"That serious?"
"Yes."
Her breath softened on the other side.
"…I'll come."
He nodded even though she couldn't see him.
"Good."
A small pause.
"Keifer?"
"Yes."
"Thank you… for calling me back in between meetings."
He looked at his calendar.
He had cancelled nothing.
He had ignored everything.
But he said only—
"You are not 'in between' things, Jay."
She understood.
Her voice turned gentle.
"Okay."
He straightened in his chair.
"I have to go now."
"Mm."
"But…" she added softly.
He waited.
"Don't stop laughing, okay?"
His lips curved again.
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On you."
The call ended.
Keifer slowly lowered his phone.
For a second, he simply stared at it.
Then he lifted his head.
Through the glass wall—
An entire floor immediately pretended to work.
He walked to the door and opened it.
Cold. Calm. Sharp.
The old Keifer.
But the trace of that laugh still lived quietly in his eyes.
And the whole company felt it.
Because it wasn't a small thing.
It was a disaster.
A beautiful one.
Mark Keifer Watson…
had finally been caught smiling.
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Chapter – His Fiancée Owns His Smile
The executive floor of Watson Group moved like a silent machine.
Perfect.
Controlled.
Disciplined.
And right in the middle of that discipline…
Keifer was laughing.
Not smiling.
Laughing.
Mark Keifer Watson stood inside his glass cabin, phone pressed to his ear, his tie already loosened slightly — something no one would ever dare to imagine on a normal day.
"You're late, fiancée."
Jay gasped dramatically on the call.
"Excuse me? I'm early. You're just impatient."
He leaned against his desk, grinning.
"I'm impatient only when it comes to you."
She clicked her tongue.
"Flirt."
He didn't deny it.
"You're my fiancée. I'm allowed."
Outside the cabin, his secretary froze for half a second.
Fiancée.
Yes, everyone knew it.
But hearing him say it so casually… so proudly…
It felt unreal.
Jay laughed.
"Mr. CEO, don't use your position to threaten me emotionally."
He laughed out loud.
"Threaten?"
"Yes. You sound dangerous."
"I am dangerous," he replied lazily.
"Especially to your schedule."
"What did I do now?"
"You promised to come to the office at nine."
Jay paused.
"…It's nine-ten."
His smile widened.
"So you admit it."
"Keifer!"
He laughed again, louder this time, resting his elbow on the desk.
"I should file a complaint against my own fiancée."
"For what crime?"
"For stealing the CEO's morning mood."
She softened.
"I made your mood?"
"You own it."
That sentence dropped casually, like it meant nothing.
But it meant everything.
Jay went quiet for a second.
"…You say things like that so easily now."
He lifted an eyebrow.
"Engagement benefit."
She laughed softly.
"I like this benefit."
He tilted his head.
"So do I."
He turned slightly toward the glass wall without really thinking.
The entire floor was pretending not to look.
Badly.
"What are you doing right now?" she asked.
"Being stared at."
She blinked.
"…What?"
He smirked.
"My employees are having a collective shock."
"Why?"
"Because their terrifying CEO is smiling at his phone like an idiot."
Jay burst out laughing.
"Serves you right."
"You are responsible."
"I accept zero responsibility."
"You're engaged to me," he replied lightly.
"That automatically makes you guilty."
She laughed again.
"Keifer, you're impossible."
He walked slowly to the window.
"I wasn't," he said softly.
She paused.
"…Wasn't?"
"Before you."
There was no heavy sadness in his voice.
Just truth.
She smiled.
"Then I'm glad I ruined you."
He laughed quietly.
"You did."
A knock came on his door.
He raised his hand.
"Later."
The knock disappeared.
Jay heard the faint sound.
"You're ignoring people again."
"Yes."
"CEO duties."
"My fiancée duties are more important."
She groaned.
"You're not supposed to say that out loud."
"Why not?"
"Because you run a whole company."
"And you run me."
Silence.
Then—
"Keifer."
"Yes, fiancée."
Her voice turned shy.
"Don't call me like that so suddenly."
He grinned.
"I'll call you whatever I want. You already agreed."
"Don't remind me!"
He laughed loudly again.
"Too late."
A soft pause.
"So… did you eat?" he asked casually.
Jay sighed.
"Here we go again."
"That wasn't an answer."
"Keifer."
"Jay."
"…Fine. I had breakfast."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Real breakfast?"
"Yes."
"What exactly?"
She hesitated.
"Toast."
He hummed.
"And?"
"And tea."
He shook his head.
"You are surviving, not eating."
She laughed.
"You're worse than my mother."
"I'm better," he corrected.
"I have legal future-husband rights."
Jay nearly choked.
"Stop!"
He laughed, clearly enjoying her reaction.
"You started this by agreeing to marry me."
"You proposed!"
"And you said yes very happily."
She went quiet for half a second.
"…I did."
His smile softened.
"So now suffer."
She giggled.
"You're terrible."
"And you're still mine."
He didn't soften the words.
He didn't lower his voice.
He said them like a fact.
Outside the cabin, someone walked a little too slowly.
Jay whispered,
"Keifer… you're too open today."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Engaged men are allowed to be open."
She teased back.
"Or you're just showing off."
He didn't deny it.
"Maybe."
She smiled.
"Why?"
He looked at the ring on his finger.
Because he wore one too.
"Because I waited a long time to say you're mine."
Her breath hitched softly.
"You really enjoy this engaged life, don't you?"
He laughed quietly.
"More than I enjoy being a CEO."
That was dangerous to admit.
But true.
She smiled brightly on the other side.
"I can't believe you're this happy."
He replied instantly.
"I can't believe I lived without this."
Jay closed her eyes.
"Keifer…"
"Yes?"
"Thank you… for being normal with me."
He chuckled.
"Normal?"
"Yes. Teasing me. Laughing with me. Being stupid with me."
He laughed loudly again.
"If this is normal, I never want to be professional at home."
"At home?" she repeated.
He smirked.
"You already call my penthouse home."
She gasped.
"You're claiming territory now?"
"I've been doing that since the ring."
She laughed helplessly.
"You're unbelievable."
"And you love it."
She whispered,
"I do."
A soft pause filled the line.
He leaned back into his chair.
"I have a meeting in two minutes."
She sighed.
"Sad."
"Come to the office later."
"Why?"
"So I can tease you in person."
She laughed brightly.
"CEO abuse of power."
"Fiancé privilege."
She shook her head.
"I'll come after lunch."
"Good."
He smiled.
"Don't be late again."
"Yes, sir."
He dropped his voice slightly.
"Only you're allowed to call me that."
Her breath stuttered.
"Keifer…"
He laughed under his breath.
"I should go before I distract you completely."
"You already did."
He grinned.
"Good."
The call ended.
Keifer slowly lowered his phone.
For a moment, he didn't move.
Then he stepped out of his cabin.
Cold face.
Straight back.
Perfect suit.
The CEO everyone feared.
But the second his assistant looked up—
She saw it.
The ring on his finger.
The light in his eyes.
And the unmistakable trace of a loud, careless laugh…
That only his fiancée owned.