Layla Evans got out of the taxi at the gate of Desas Garden, as taxis weren’t allowed inside the complex. While contemplating how to carry all her books back to her apartment, a sleek Maybach pulled up in front of her. Instinctively, she stepped aside to let the car pass.

"Idiot, you don’t even recognize my car!" Trevor Moore stepped out, grabbed the trash bag full of books with one hand, and tossed it into the backseat. Before Layla could even react, Trevor picked her up and placed her in the passenger seat. He then drove straight to the underground parking lot of Desas Garden.

Holding Layla's books in one hand and dragging her along with the other, Trevor led her into the elevator that went directly up to their apartment.

"Wasn’t your car a Lamborghini?" Layla finally asked after gathering her thoughts.

"Your husband is the wealthiest man in Avalon. Don’t you think he should have more than one car? Besides the Lamborghini and this Maybach, I’ve got a Ferrari, a Cayenne, a Bentley, and I think there’s a Rolls-Royce somewhere too," Trevor said with a sideways glance. Even as one hand held the books, the other had already slipped mischievously under her tiny T-shirt.

Layla quickly pushed his hand away. "Stop it! There are cameras in the elevator."

Trevor smirked wickedly. "So, you’re saying we should wait until we get home?"

"I didn’t say that!" Layla immediately defended herself, blushing in embarrassment. How could he always twist things around like this? It was clearly him being inappropriate, yet somehow it became her fault.

"Ding!" The elevator arrived at their floor.

Trevor dragged Layla inside their apartment, casually tossing her new books onto the floor before scooping her into his arms. "Baby, can’t wait anymore, can you?"

"I can!" Layla buried her face in his firm chest, too shy to look at him.

Suddenly, Trevor’s gaze darkened as he noticed a bruise on her shoulder. "Who hit you?" he demanded.

"Lily Evans stepped on me, and I fell. Then some jerk came by, said I was in his way, and kicked me, which left this bruise," Layla explained, feeling frustrated just recalling the day’s events.

"Don’t worry, your husband’s got your back. Tomorrow, I’ll make sure Lily pays for what she did. And as for that jerk, just tell me who he is, and I’ll take care of him too," Trevor reassured her, his hands still wandering across her petite frame.

"Forget it. You said we need to keep a low profile. Let’s just drop it—I don’t want to cause more trouble," Layla sighed, resigned to letting it go.

Suddenly, Trevor's tone turned sharp. "Be honest—did you check out any guys at school today?"

"Uh..." Layla was momentarily speechless. She had indeed seen Zion Oren, and he was undeniably handsome!

"No, absolutely not!" Layla denied it immediately. Though she felt a bit guilty, she maintained a calm expression.

Trevor stared at her for a moment before leaning in to whisper in her ear, "Good. Remember, you’re my wife, Layla. Your heart belongs to me, and your eyes should only be on me. If you ever cheat on me, do you know what will happen?"

"I’d be doomed, right?" Layla replied, knowing the answer by heart since Trevor had repeated this threat countless times before.

"That’s right, baby," Trevor chuckled. Then, changing the subject, he said, "You’re tired today, so no need to cook. I’ll take you out for a fancy dinner. How does that sound?"

Trevor drove his Maybach to a luxurious restaurant, holding the door open for Layla as they entered an extravagant private room with golden decor. The waiter handed them menus with great reverence.

“Lady first!” Trevor said with a smile, passing the menu to Layla.

"Ugh!" Layla’s head immediately felt twice as big when she saw the menu—it was entirely in an other language.

Trevor had clearly planned this, smiling at her expectantly, waiting for her to embarrass herself. But Layla thought quickly and turned to the waiter, saying, "Why don’t you recommend something for us?"

Trevor spoke to the waiter in English, and the waiter rattled off a long string of words that left Layla completely clueless. She shot a glare at Trevor, knowing he was deliberately making things difficult for her.

"Um... we’ll have the first thing you mentioned. Two portions, please. And hurry, we’re starving," Layla said, deciding to go with whatever the waiter had said. After all, she wasn’t picky and could eat just about anything. Ha, Trevor wouldn’t succeed in tripping her up!

Trevor pretended to cough and said, "Baby, I’m surprised you want to eat that painting. The first thing he mentioned was the painting on the wall. I’m not sure I can eat it, but feel free to have it all to yourself."

"You...!" Layla was furious, at a loss for words, while the waiter tried to suppress his laughter, his shoulders shaking from the effort.

"You’re the one who said you’d take me out for a nice meal. So, you handle the ordering!" Layla huffed, pushing the menu toward Trevor in frustration.

Sensing her irritation and realizing he was hungry too, Trevor decided to stop teasing her and quickly placed their order.

As they waited for the food, Trevor turned to Layla and said, "Baby, I wasn’t trying to make things difficult for you. I just want you to understand that if you don’t take your studies seriously, even ordering food can be a challenge."

"Whatever!" Layla rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed.

"Even though you're a literature major, you still need to focus on English. You have to pass your CET-4 exam this semester, or else..." Trevor warned as he sipped his coffee, leaving the threat hanging in the air.

"That’s way too hard!" Layla protested. For her, passing CET-4 felt as impossible as climbing a mountain.

"My words aren’t up for negotiation. No slacking off at school, no playing around. You need to focus on your studies," Trevor said firmly. Though his tone was calm, there was no room for debate.

Trevor had his reasons for being so strict. His little wife was so beautiful that even he found it hard to resist her charms. He could only imagine how many boys at Dervay Saints Academy were eyeing her. Dervay Saints was known for being a hotspot for campus romance, and with so many handsome guys around, the thought of Layla being attracted to someone else drove him crazy. As Avalon’s wealthiest man, he couldn’t bear the idea of being humiliated like that.

"But don’t you think it’s important to balance work and rest?" Layla cautiously asked, hoping to see if she could join the FLY Dance Club.

"Of course. That’s why at school, you focus on studying. And at home, you can balance things out by cooking for me and spending time together. That’s what I call work-life balance," Trevor replied with a smug smile, clearly having planned out every aspect of her time. His idea of "balance" was her studying at school with no distractions and then dedicating her time at home to him.

Layla’s expression was one of utter dismay—she wanted to cry but had no tears left. She decided not to bring up the dance club anymore, knowing Trevor would definitely oppose it, so it wasn’t worth the argument.

Layla ate the expensive foie gras without tasting any of it, her mood ruined. Trevor, noticing her frustration, didn’t bother to console her. His goal had been achieved—he had made his point, and that was enough for him.

Later that night, back home, Layla quickly grabbed her pile of books, trying to avoid Trevor’s advances. "I have class tomorrow. I should get prepared."

Trevor, seeing through her little scheme, gave her a mischievous grin. "Didn’t I just say? Home is for relaxation. I’ll help you get some exercise, and you can focus on studying tomorrow at school."

"Uh... well, tomorrow’s the first day of class, so I really need to prepare. Plus, I need to go through all these books to figure out which ones I need for tomorrow," Layla stammered, clutching her books as she rushed into Trevor’s study, desperate to escape being dragged into the bedroom by her insatiable husband.