For the past hour, Leo has been continuously checking the watch on his wrist with restlessness. Somehow, he couldn't even focus on reading the book in his lap. Then, Leo glanced at the empty bed, which usually showcased a creature that couldn't stay quiet, always accompanying Leo's reading with irrelevant chatter. It's already seven in the evening, but his wife hasn't returned yet. Leo's ego prevents him from contacting Alana, so he chooses to wait for her to come home.

His thoughts were interrupted as he pictured Alana, and suddenly, their bedroom door swung open, revealing Alana with a tired expression. She walked in clumsily, tossing her handbag and carelessly...