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"That's quite feisty of you, little one," Theodore's voice dripped with sarcasm, anger simmering beneath the surface.

For the first time in his entire life, a woman sat in his lap, her presence a foreign touch. And yet, she had the audacity to curse him, a fact that he found both laughable and intriguing.

Theodore Myers, a man who commanded respect without even showing his face, had never encountered someone who dared to raise their voice against him, let alone curse him. And now, here she was, his own little wife.

The Myers family name was not just a brand; it was the foundation upon which all other brands were built. And yet, this girl, despite knowing who he was, had defied him.

Of course, she had no idea that he was her husband. Theodore found the situation all the more exhilarating.

"Well, I hate it when someone touches me without my consent," Irene replied, her voice firm and unwavering.

"Why doesn't it seem that way? Your body seems to respond quite well to my touch," Theodore'