"Catch!"
The morning sunlight poured through the window as a pair of shiny silver car keys flew through the air. seaʀᴄh thё NovelZone.fun website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Aoi caught them with one hand, blinking in surprise.
"Eh? Already? You're letting me drive it today?" she asked, standing at the front door of their shared home in Tokyo.
Ren leaned in, brushing her bangs aside, and gave her a soft, goodbye kiss. "Of course. I tuned the navigation and linked your phone last night. And I already filled the tank. Drive safe, okay?"
Aoi's cheeks flushed, the ring of the keys jingling in her palm. "You're... spoiling me."
"I'm supposed to," he said with a wink. "It's what husbands do."
She beamed, clutching the keys to her chest. "Not officially yet, mister."
Ren smirked. "Yet."
Later That Morning – Aoi's Workplace
When Aoi pulled into the company's private parking area in her BMW 7 Series, heads turned. Conversations stopped. Smartphone cameras subtly appeared behind windows.
The smooth hum of the engine, the gleam of the metallic silver paint, and the elegant finish of her car stood out like royalty among the more modest sedans and company shuttles.
By the time Aoi stepped out of the car — dressed smartly in her usual office chic — whispers had already begun echoing around her.
"Is that a 7 Series?!"
"No way... someone's rich..."
"She doesn't look like a car person though..."
"I thought she was from Hokkaido?"
Aoi walked confidently, pretending not to notice, her bag in one hand, her head held high.
She entered the office building and just barely made it to her desk when one of her curious colleagues, Erika — a bold, gossip-loving girl from marketing — practically cornered her.
"Aoi-chan!! Spill it. When did you buy that monster of a car?!"
Aoi blinked. "Eh? Oh... just recently."
Erika leaned in closer. "Don't 'just recently' me! That's a BMW 7 Series, right? That thing costs like ten million yen! Are you secretly rich?!"
Aoi smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Nope. Not rich. But... my fiancé is doing pretty well."
Erika's jaw dropped. "Fiancé?! Wait—what? You're engaged?!"
"Mmm... not officially engaged yet. But he will be my husband soon. He bought the car for me."
A moment of stunned silence filled the office air.
Then—
"No freaking way!"
"Oh my god, that's so romantic!"
"Does he have a brother?!"
Erika leaned on the desk, dramatically. "You're living a light novel, Aoi. Just say it already."
Aoi chuckled and shrugged. "Maybe I am."
Later that afternoon, as the sun streamed in and the office buzz returned to normal, Aoi quietly leaned back in her seat, looked at her phone, and smiled at the message Ren had sent her that morning:
"Drive safe, Aoi. And don't let anyone tell you that you don't deserve everything that makes you smile."
Her fingers tapped gently against the car keys resting beside her monitor.
"He really is going to be my husband... and I can't wait.