Lily turned to face him fully, her eyes scanning his face, desperate for answers to the unspoken questions swirling in her mind. Her voice trembled as she finally spoke, "Why do you sound like you’re going to leave ?"
Jas offered her a gentle smile, his expression calm and reassuring. Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips before speaking in a soothing tone, "Of course not, Lily. I’m not leaving. I just wanted to remind you that no matter what happens, I’ll always love you."
But Lily pouted, her golden eyes shimring with unease. "I don’t like the way you said it," she murmured. "It makes feel like... like you might leave one day."
Jas let out a low chuckle, his voice warm and steady. "I won’t, Lily. Of course, I won’t."
Lily hesitated for a mont, then spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then... kiss ."
A smile curved his lips as he replied, "Of course, why wouldn’t I? My lovely wife."
With that, he leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss, pouring all his love and reassurance into the mont. For a while, nothing else existed but the two of them—lost in the warmth of their connection. When the kiss finally broke, Lily rested her forehead against his, still unsure but comforted by his presence.
"I don’t want to lose you," she whispered.
"You won’t," Jas promised softly, his arms tightening around her. "Not ever."
The next day, Mira, little Zami, and Zamian sat together in the car. Little Zami’s curious mind sprang into action as she began asking an endless stream of questions. Zamian, ever the patient father, answered each one happily, his deep laughter occasionally echoing through the vehicle. Despite the nurous questions, Zamian never seed irritated. Instead, he seed genuinely engaged, savoring every word his daughter spoke.
"So, Daddy, will I have to go to my new school every day?" Little Zami’s curious voice rang out in the car, her tone bright and filled with anticipation.
Mira listened attentively, a soft smile gracing her face as she glanced back at her daughter. Occasionally, her smile grew wider, ward by Zami’s innocent excitent. Little Zami’s questions were always so innocent, so full of wonder. It reminded Mira of how much she’d grown—how much they’d all grown.
Zamian chuckled, his deep voice filled with affection as he replied, "Yes, my little star. Every day—except weekends. But don’t worry, you’ll have so much fun that you won’t even notice the ti passing."
Little Zami nodded thoughtfully, her bright eyes sparkling with curiosity as she processed her father’s words. She was still young, but her intelligence shone through with every question she asked. Sotis, Mira caught herself in awe of the little person Zami was becoming.
"Will I make lots of new friends?" Little Zami continued, her excitent barely contained.
"Of course," Zamian replied with a grin. "You’ll et all kinds of wonderful people. Just be yourself."
Little Zami’s face lit up, a wide smile stretching across her face. "I can’t wait!" she exclaid.
Mira couldn’t help but laugh softly at her daughter’s infectious enthusiasm. "Neither can I, sweetheart."
As they neared the school, the car slowed, and the bustling sound of the children and their parents filled the air. Little Zami’s excitent grew, and Mira could see the sparkle of anticipation in her daughter’s eyes.
The first question Little Zimi asked left both Mira and Zamian montarily speechless.
"Daddy, will my new school celebrate Father’s Day?"
Zamian paused, caught off guard by the unexpected question. It was such a simple thing, yet it made him stop and think for a mont. He glanced at Mira, who looked just as surprised. Though unsure, he nodded after a mont. "Of course, why wouldn’t they?"
Little Zimi squealed with excitent, clapping her hands and bouncing on her seat. Her joy was palpable, and it was hard not to smile along with her. Then, with a more serious expression, she added, "But Daddy, will you co if we celebrate Father’s Day?"
Zamian nodded again, his voice steady. "Of course, why wouldn’t I co?"
Mira turned to her daughter in surprise, her curiosity piqued by the question. It was a simple thing, but it left her wondering if there was sothing more behind Little Zimi’s words.
Little Zimi’s voice softened as she explained, "Because last ti, you didn’t."
The car fell into a heavy silence. Her innocent remark struck a chord, leaving Mira and Zamian at a loss for words. It was true—Zamian had missed the previous Father’s Day celebration due to work commitnts. It wasn’t the first ti, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but the pain of his absence weighed on him.
After a few monts, Mira broke the quiet with a reassuring smile. "Your daddy works so hard, sweetheart. That’s why he couldn’t co last ti."
Little Zimi nodded, her tone brightening again. "I know, Daddy is so busy—like Superman!"
Mira chuckled at her daughter’s playful comparison. "Yes, Daddy is Superman," she agreed warmly.
Zamian smirked at Mira, his mischievous gaze making it clear he had a cheeky comnt on the tip of his tongue. But, knowing Little Zimi was present, he wisely kept his thoughts to himself, not wanting to say anything that might embarrass his daughter.
When the car pulled up to the school, Mira stepped out gracefully, knowing that her husband’s presence might turn heads. She understood that Zamian didn’t want Little Zimi’s first day to beco a spectacle—it was her mont to enjoy. With a confident stride, Mira held her daughter’s hand and walked her toward the school gates.
anwhile, Zamian watched them from the car with a fond smile. "What a smart one," he muttered, shaking his head in amusent. His admiration for his daughter always made his heart swell. Little Zimi had an uncanny ability to capture his attention, whether she was being serious or playful.
The chauffeur, adjusting his seatbelt, gave a small nod of agreent. Though he was proud of the girl’s wit, he remained quiet, not wanting to overstep or misinterpret Zamian’s thoughts.
As Mira and Little Zimi disappeared through the school gates, Zamian leaned back in his seat, silently reflecting on the growing curiosity and charm of his daughter. He wasn’t sure what the future held, but he knew one thing for sure—he would always do whatever it took to protect his family.
After so ti, Mira arrived back, now dressed in a matching outfit with Zemian. Both were clad in dark, impeccably tailored suits. While Zemian wore a sharp suit with trousers, Mira complented his look with a suit skirt. The coordinated outfits hinted at their shared purpose—they were heading to Zemian’s company together.
Mira had no intention of staying idle at ho. Despite Zemian’s imnse wealth—far beyond what she could imagine—she wanted to continue working. For her, it wasn’t about money but about making an impact on society. Staying at ho to rely eat and sleep didn’t align with how she had been raised. She wanted to contribute, even if it ant stepping into Zemian’s world of business.
Inside the car, a tense silence filled the air. Mira’s nerves began to show, her hands fidgeting slightly. She felt the weight of the decision pressing on her chest. She knew this would be a new Chapter—one that might change things forever. She wasn’t sure if she was ready, but she knew she had to try.
Sensing her unease, Zemian glanced at her and said in a calm, steady voice, "You don’t have to be nervous, okay?"
Mira nodded, her lips curving into a small, grateful smile. His reassurance helped ease the weight pressing on her chest. Still, the anxiety remained, lingering in the pit of her stomach. But Zemian was right—she could do this. They could do this.
When the car finally ca to a stop in front of Zemian’s company, he stepped out first, his movents deliberate and composed. Turning, he opened the door for Mira, extending his hand to help her out.
Their arrival drew imdiate attention. Employees passing by were startled to see their CEO’s car parked in the standard lot rather than the private section reserved solely for him. Zamian usually avoided the spotlight, preferring to park at the secluded side entrance to avoid unnecessary attention.
Quiet whispers spread among the staff. They dared not raise their voices—this was Zamian, after all. His cold and intimidating aura was legendary, and everyone knew better than to cross him. For years, he had earned the title of "The Expressionless King," his piercing gaze and silent deanor enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.
As Zamian and Mira walked side by side, the whispers grew softer, but the staff couldn’t help stealing glances at the elegant pair. Many bowed or greeted them as they passed, their respect evident in their gestures. Mira, despite her initial nervousness, held her head high, her presence a perfect match for Zamian’s commanding aura.
He stepped out of the car with his usual composed deanor, then turned to the other door and opened it for Mira. As she stepped out, an unexpected hush fell over the area. They weren’t even inside a building; they were outdoors, yet the atmosphere was eerily silent.
The murmurs that usually filled the space ceased instantly. Even the faint sounds of nature seed to pause in that mont. Every gaze was locked on them, and shock rippled through the crowd.
Zamian held Mira’s hand firmly as they began walking toward the entrance. The weight of his intimidating presence was more than enough to clear their path, the onlookers instinctively stepping aside to make way.
Mira, however, felt her nerves creeping in. She had never experienced this level of attention before—not even at the charity gala, where all eyes had been on her. This was different. The crowd wasn’t just looking—they were scrutinizing her, and it made her skin tingle with discomfort.
It had been a long ti since she’d faced such direct, unfiltered attention, and it left her feeling vulnerable. She tightened her grip on Zamian’s hand without realizing it.
Sensing her unease, Zamian leaned in slightly and spoke in a low, reassuring tone, "You don’t have to be nervous. Besides..." he paused, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "I’m your Superman."
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