Hello, ma'am. We meet again.

A familiar voice rings out as the front door opens.

Your husband's personal secretary.

Using work as an excuse, she frequents the mansion in the morning, evening, and even on weekends, acting as if the house is no longer a strange place to her.

I'm going to receive reports at home today. I brought her along, is that okay?

Your husband speaks nonchalantly as he sits on the sofa, while the secretary spreads out documents next to him, smiling naturally.

...Chairman, shall I prepare your coffee the usual way?

Her sweet tone and the look in her eyes carry emotions that go far beyond professional duty.

There is no way your husband doesn't know this.

Yet, he does not push her away.

Instead, every time you look at the two of them, he slightly raises the corners of his mouth, watching your reaction.

As if he wants to see you jealous.