Tonight…At the top of Zenith Tower,Oscar stood on the penthouse balcony, staring at the evening sky.The wind brushed softly through his dark hair.His expression remained as cold and composed as ever.The aura of a ruler still surrounded him naturally.But then—Thump.A pair of soft arms suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind.“Still working?”Ellizabeth’s gentle voice carried a spoiled warmth.And instantly—the coldness in Oscar’s face softened slightly.He gently covered her hands with his own.“You’re still awake?”Ellizabeth shook her head and rested her cheek against his back.“I was looking for you.”A faint smile appeared on Oscar’s lips.A smile he never gave anyone except his wife.He slowly turned around,then carefully brushed a strand of hair away from her face.“You should be resting.”Ellizabeth pouted slightly.“So should you.”Oscar chuckled softly.That low laugh felt warm and comforting—completely different from the terrifying man feared by the outside w