Beep. Beep. Beep.
Six a.m. sharp—the alarm from his phone went off with military precision.
Heavy eyelids twitched in the dark before sharp eyes blinked open to catch the faint light seeping through the curtains. A new morning had arrived.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Clawing sounds came from the other side of the bedroom door, right after the alarm leaked out beyond the room.
Fwshhh~
The white blanket shifted as a tall frame slid out from under it. Bare feet touched the clean floor with a muted thud, the man pushing his messy hair back in his usual tidy manner.
Thud, thud, thud. Click. Creak.
His large hand turned the doorknob, unlocking and pulling it open—revealing a black-and-white Siberian Husky wagging its tail, barking a greeting with its perpetually unimpressed face.
Woof!
"Good morning, BooBoo. Let's brush our teeth," his deep, warm voice greeted the dog with fondness.
Woof!
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
But instead of heading to the bathroom, BooBoo dashed straight for the bed, where a suspiciously large lump lay hidden under a blanket.
Scrape-scrape-scrape.
Slurp. Slurp.
The husky pawed and licked the white blanket as if trying to dig someone out. The lump didn't budge—not even when BooBoo climbed and stomped all over it.
"…"
"You already know he won't move. Stop wasting your energy."
The tall man—dressed in plaid pajamas with his chest partly exposed, muscles flexing with every shift—smiled at the stubborn husky, his tone indulgent.
WOOF! WOOF!
One last bark at the blanket, still no response. BooBoo finally gave up, hopping off the bed with a thump.
"Come on, let's hit the market. See what we can find for breakfast."
He strolled out with easy steps, living his simple routine in a white, minimalist single-story home. After both man and dog freshened up, they headed out for a morning walk, passing the park near the private hospital. It was a familiar sight: joggers, pet lovers, all recognizing the pair.
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"Wow, look at him. Both the guy and the dog are gorgeous—wish I could take them home!"
"That's the herbal medicine CEO, right? He's loaded."
"Tall, handsome, loves animals, health-conscious—he's basically perfect. Whoever dates him hits the jackpot."
"I've seen him walking his dog here morning and evening, and he even shops for fresh groceries himself. That's beyond romantic—what a dream man."
"Seriously, he looks so warm and gentle… I want to ask for his number. Maybe I'll get to play with the dog too!"
"Don't you dare!"
WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
"Kyaaa—!!"
"BooBoo, BooBoo, calm down!"
"Told you not to. That dog's crazy protective of his owner. Anyone who gets too close, it's like he'll bite their head off."
"Who knew that silly face hides such a guard dog? My clothes are ruined!"
"Rumor is, he's just guarding his master's wife back home."
"Wife? Never seen one. If he really had someone, no way they'd let a man like that walk around alone."
…
…And so, this was the daily soundtrack—women whispering, wondering if the perfect CEO was single. After all, no one had ever seen his so-called "wife."
But let us clear this up.
Yes, he has a wife.
No, his wife isn't here—he's still asleep at home.
If you asked him to choose between guarding his man or sleeping…
My wife would choose sleep, hands down.
And honestly? That's perfect.