Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 97

Chapter 97 - Mornings with a View

Miexha stirred, half-buried beneath oversized blankets that felt like heaven-fluffy, warm, and illegally soft. The kind of bed that made rebellion against the morning feel justified. She let out a sleepy sigh, stretching just enough to feel her spine pop.

Then she saw him.

Jayson. Half-dressed. In a rush.

Wearing nothing but boxers and a damp white undershirt clinging to his chest, his slacks casually flung over one shoulder. His wet hair dripped onto the collar as he fumbled with buttons, muttering under his breath. He glanced back and caught her staring.

And smirked.

"Good morning," he teased, smug as sin. "Did you enjoy the view?"

Miexha yelped and disappeared into the blankets like a panicked burrito.

"Oh no. No no no."

She'd just woken up and already committed visual sin.

And what a sin.

Jayson's back was unfairly sculpted, every muscle shifting as he moved-lean, defined, and... so spankable her palm twitched.

She bit the pillow. What is wrong with me?! I'm a high school freshman in a 34-year-old woman's body-this is illegal in at least ten timelines!

Still.

She peeked again.

Now he was tying a navy-blue necktie, still stubbornly pantless.

"Why are you like this?" she asked, frowning.

He grinned without turning around. "You used to call my butt your 'daily dessert.' Just thought I'd serve it for breakfast."

"STOP!" she shrieked, throwing a pillow at him. "Bring back the old you! The kuya-vibes! The awkward conservative who wore full pajamas at the beach!"

He caught the pillow one-handed. "You married this version, Mrs. Dom. You made him."

She groaned into her hands.

Jayson finally slipped into his slacks, adjusted his cuffs, and knelt beside her. His expression softened. He leaned in and kissed her forehead with quiet tenderness.

"I don't wanna go," he whispered. "But if I skip work again, Zatariel might kill me."

Her eyes snapped open. "Wait, what? Why would Riel care?"

Jayson chuckled. "Because he manages our household. And because technically, he's the only person who can handle our kids and a smart house with vines for nerves."

He stood, casually buttoning his blazer.

"Besides," he added, "we're not rich anymore. Not in the old way. My parents gave away everything after they passed-except this mansion. You and I? We rebuilt from scratch. Domus Global started with your old family name. You wanted it rebranded. So we did. Now we own the world."

She blinked. Hard.

"Domus?" she echoed.

"Domus Technologies built the Watch Assistant-that thing practically runs everyone's life now. Domus International Schools are in every city. Even Wayne Memorial became Domus Care hospitals.."

He shrugged, as if global domination was a hobby.

"And thanks to all that," Jayson added with a teasing wink,
"Asha keeps winning elections. But me? I gotta go. Someone's gotta pay our babysitter's ridiculous salary."