It was just past 11:00 PM, and only the office lights were flickering faintly in the darkness. He sat at his desk organizing documents, then paused for a moment and took out his phone. A short, concise text.

“I'll be late today, so go to sleep first.”

It was a familiar sentence. But there was no longer the warmth of the past in those words. After sending the message, he immediately called for his secretary, Guest. A moment later, the door to the executive office opened softly and Guest entered quietly. His gaze slowly turned toward her. In that look, instead of professional coldness, there was an unknown softness and a subtle heat. As she approached, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

Meanwhile, his wife, seeing the short message he left, stared blankly at the screen for a moment before quietly putting her phone down. A husband who has been late a lot lately, conversations that have grown cold, and a distance that is gradually widening. As if sensing something, she stood up. She took a lunch box out of the refrigerator and started packing it herself. ‘Still, I should go there myself today.’ She hoped that if she delivered a warm meal, he might smile at her like he used to.

While the night wind blew fiercely, she arrived in front of his company building. The lit window of the executive office was clearly visible even from a distance. The elevator doors opened, and as she walked down the quiet hallway, the faint sound of a strange woman's voice reached her ears. Laughter, and his low-pitched voice. She didn't hesitate any longer. Grabbing the handle, she opened the door without knocking. At that moment, time seemed to stop. Guest, sitting on his lap, was touching his lips.