Chapter 4My Husband's Other Self

Despite not sleeping all night, Caleb was full of energy.

He stood by the closet, picking through clothes with disdain. "Why are they all suits? So old-fashioned."

He found a tracksuit from god knows where and changed into it.

I switched tabs on my screen and looked at him.

He was usually cold. Now, his eyes were smiling, round and bright, showing white teeth. He ran a hand through his messy black hair—wild, arrogant, undeniably boyish.

"What are you doing?" He walked over, grabbed sunglasses from my desk, and put them on. "Cool, right?"

Childish.

I ignored him, but he squeezed in to look at my screen.

A girl had just messaged me.

[Master, I miss my ex so much. I can't live without him.]

I didn't hide it from Caleb. I typed: [He will ruin your financial fortune.]

A second later, she replied: [Thanks, Master. I'm suddenly over him :)]

Caleb's expression went from curious to speechless.

"Master?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to know what I do? I solve emotional problems."

"Is that your job?"

I nodded.

He leaned against the desk, looking down at me with a hint of rebellion.

"So you're unemployed? How did I end up with someone like you?"

It was all his fault anyway.

I rolled my eyes internally and packed up.

"Stop dawdling. Let's go find your ex."