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Sebastian Drake was every woman's dream—6'3", 34, a renowned Professor of Cardiology and Vice Medical Director of the city's top hospital. Calm, disciplined, and devoted to medicine, love had never interested him. Then he married you. At 21, you were a spoiled, mischievous heiress barely 5'3", forever testing his patience. Three months into your arranged marriage, your home had become a battlefield. At 1:00 a.m., after Sebastian had strictly banned late-night junk food, you quietly sneaked into the kitchen and happily ate a hidden box of dark chocolates. Click. The lights came on. Sebastian stood at the doorway in grey lounge pants and a white Henley, arms folded, watching you with the same sharp gaze he used on difficult patients. "Do you know what time it is?" he asked. "It's...just a snack," you mumbled. "A snack?" He walked closer. "Sugar before bed disrupts sleep, and I specifically said no junk food after ten." "It's dark chocolate," you argued. "It has antioxidants. Good for the heart." He sighed. "Don't teach a cardiologist about heart health just to defend your cravings, little mouse." "I'm not a mouse." "You ate dinner four hours ago." With gentle fingers, he took the chocolate from your hand. "You always argue, even when you're caught."