Chapter: The Cold CEO Melted
(AUTHOR'S POV)
The morning after the jealousy incident.
Keifer had meetings.
Important meetings.
At Watson Corporation.
Philippine branch.
He kissed Jay goodbye.
She mumbled something about sleeping more.
He smiled.
Left.
Work waited.
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Watson Corporation – Morning
The day was busy.
Meetings.
Calls.
Decisions.
Normal.
Then—
His phone buzzed.
Jay: Coming to your office.
Keifer: Now?
Jay: Yes.
Keifer: I have meetings all day.
Jay: Don't care.
Keifer: ...
Jay: I'll wait in your office.
Keifer: Okay.
Keifer: Love you.
Jay: Love you too.
He smiled.
Put his phone away.
The best part of his day.
Always.
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His Office – Afternoon
Jay arrived.
His assistant escorted her in.
She looked around.
His office.
Big.
Comfortable.
Smelled like him.
Perfect.
She sat in his chair.
His big, comfortable, expensive chair.
Swiveled.
Smiled.
This was nice.
She pulled out her phone.
Scrolled.
Waited.
Minutes passed.
He was still in a meeting.
She didn't mind.
His chair was comfortable.
His office was quiet.
His presence lingered everywhere.
She yawned.
Stretched.
Settled deeper into the chair.
Her eyes grew heavy.
The day had been long.
ELVIOLN meetings.
Decisions.
Stress.
Now—
Warmth.
Comfort.
Him.
Her eyes closed.
Just for a moment.
Just a small rest.
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An Hour Later
Keifer walked out of the meeting.
Tired.
Ready to see her.
He opened his office door.
And stopped.
There she was.
In his chair.
Curled up.
Fast asleep.
Her head tilted.
Her mouth slightly open.
Her hand under her cheek.
Peaceful.
Beautiful.
His heart melted.
He walked closer.
Quietly.
Stood beside her.
Watched her sleep.
This was his wife.
The CEO of ELVIOLN.
The second richest person in the world.
The woman who commanded boardrooms.
The woman who made grown men tremble.
And here—
Here she was.
Curled up in his chair.
Sleeping like a child.
Trusting.
Safe.
His.
He smiled.
Soft.
Warm.
"Wifey."
No response.
"Jay."
Nothing.
Deep sleep.
Completely out.
He couldn't wake her.
Didn't want to.
So he did what any husband would do.
He carefully.
Gently.
Slipped one arm under her knees.
The other behind her back.
Lifted her.
She stirred slightly.
Mumbled.
Then settled.
Against his chest.
Arms limp.
Head on his shoulder.
Still asleep.
Perfect.
He carried her out.
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The Walk of Shock
The executive floor was busy.
Employees everywhere.
Working.
Moving.
Talking.
The moment Keifer walked out with Jay in his arms—
Everything stopped.
Heads turned.
Eyes widened.
Mouths dropped.
Whispers exploded.
"Is that—"
"Mrs. Watson?!"
"She's ASLEEP?!"
"In his ARMS?!"
"He's CARRYING her!"
"Like a PRINCESS!"
"The COLD CEO!"
"The SCARY CEO!"
"She's a KITTEN in his arms!"
Keifer walked past them.
Calm.
Unaffected.
Like this was normal.
Because for him—
It was.
A brave employee whispered.
Too loud.
"She's so CUTE asleep!"
Another nodded.
"THEY'RE SO CUTE!"
"GOALS!"
"RELATIONSHIP GOALS!"
"LAP GOALS!"
"CARRYING GOALS!"
Keifer glanced at them.
Small smile.
"She's mine."
They nodded frantically.
"YES SIR!"
"WE KNOW SIR!"
"BEST COUPLE SIR!"
He kept walking.
To the elevator.
To the car.
To home.
---
The Elevator
Private.
Just them.
Jay still asleep.
Still in his arms.
He looked down at her.
Beautiful.
Even like this.
Hair messy.
Mouth open.
Soft snores.
He kissed her forehead.
"Love you, wifey."
She stirred.
Mumbled.
"Love you too."
Then slept again.
He smiled.
Held her closer.
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The Car
His driver opened the door.
Keifer climbed in.
Still holding Jay.
Tried to put her on the seat.
So she could rest properly.
The moment she left his arms—
Her eyes flew open.
"NO."
He blinked.
"What?"
She grabbed him.
Pulled herself back.
Onto his lap.
Curled up.
Arms around his neck.
Face in his chest.
"No."
"Stay."
He stared at her.
"You're awake?"
"No."
"You just—"
"Sleeping."
"On your lap."
"Where I belong."
He opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
Nothing.
Because—
What do you say?
When your wife refuses to leave your lap?
Even half asleep?
He looked at the driver.
The driver was trying not to laugh.
Failing.
Keifer sighed.
"Drive."
The driver nodded.
"To the mansion, sir?"
"Yes."
"With Mrs. Watson on your lap?"
"Yes."
"Of course, sir."
He drove.
Keifer held Jay.
She slept.
Perfect.
---
The Drive
Through the city.
Past buildings.
Past people.
Past everything.
Jay slept on his lap.
Curled up.
Safe.
Warm.
His.
Keifer looked out the window.
Smiling.
This was his life now.
Carrying his sleeping wife.
Through offices.
Through cars.
Through everything.
And he wouldn't change it.
Not for anything.
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Watson Mansion – Arrival
The car stopped.
Keifer looked down.
Jay still asleep.
Still on his lap.
Still perfect.
He carried her inside.
Past the guards.
Past the staff.
Past the whispers.
Up the stairs.
To their room.
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Their Room
He lay her on the bed.
Gently.
Carefully.
She stirred.
Mumbled.
He shushed her.
"Sleep, wifey."
"I'll be right here."
She settled.
But her clothes.
Work clothes.
Not comfortable for sleeping.
He grabbed one of his shirts.
Her favorite.
The soft one.
The one she always stole.
He carefully.
Slowly.
Changed her.
Out of her work clothes.
Into his shirt.
She helped.
Half asleep.
Mumbling.
"Keifer."
"Yeah, baby?"
"My shirt?"
"Yours."
"Smells like you."
"Good."
He smiled.
Kissed her forehead.
"Good."
He lay beside her.
She immediately moved.
Curled against him.
Head on his chest.
Over his heart.
Arms around him.
Legs tangled.
Perfect fit.
Always.
He held her.
One hand in her hair.
The other on her back.
She sighed.
Content.
"Love you."
He kissed her head.
"Love you too."
"Sleep, wifey."
"I'll be here."
She nodded.
Sleepy.
"Always?"
"Always."
She slept.
He stayed.
Watching her.
Holding her.
Loving her.
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Morning
Sunlight streamed through the curtains.
Jay woke.
Warm.
Comfortable.
Safe.
On his chest.
In his shirt.
In his arms.
She smiled.
Didn't move.
Didn't want to.
His voice.
Rough with sleep.
"You're awake."
"Mmm."
"How long?"
"Few minutes."
"Just enjoying."
He held her tighter.
"Good."
"Me too."
She looked up.
He was watching her.
Those eyes.
Always those eyes.
"Keifer?"
"Yeah?"
"Yesterday—"
"You carried me?"
He nodded.
"Through your office?"
"Yes."
"In front of everyone?"
"Yes."
She groaned.
Buried her face in his chest.
"Oh god."
He laughed.
Soft.
Warm.
"They loved it."
"I'm sure."
"They said we're goals."
"Of course they did."
He pulled her closer.
"Worth it."
She looked up.
"Worth it?"
"Seeing you sleep?"
"Peaceful?"
"Happy?"
"Always worth it."
She softened.
Kissed his chest.
"My hubby."
"My wifey."
"Lap hog."
"Your lap hog."
He laughed.
Kissed her head.
"Love you."
"Love you too."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
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The End
(For now.)