Mr president's little wife.

lower my guard so he could hurt me again. But as the days passed, his behavior never changed. He wasn't the same cold and distant man I had met. Instead, he was... so

hing oddly intimate about it, something that made my heart race faster than it should. Once he was satisfied with the way my hair looked, he placed the comb down gently, his eyes lingering on me for a moment. "You're looking beautiful," he said quietly, his voice surprisingly soft. The words hung in the air, and I was too stunned to respond. This was the first time he had ever given me a compliment that felt real, not forced or out of obligation. "I'm going to work," he said as he stepped back, almost like nothing had changed. "Let me know if you need anything, or if there are any problems," he added, his voice steady but with an undertone of genuine concern. All I could do was nod. I didn't trust myself to say anything. His sudden kindness was too much for me to handle. Maybe he was just being polite, or maybe it was part of some larger plan he had, but I wasn't ready to believe it was for real. Andrew turned to leave, but then he stopped and looked at me once more. To my surprise, he gently turned my face toward him, leaning in to place a soft kiss on my forehead. The gesture caught me completely off guard. His lips were warm, lingering for just a second before pulling away. When he left, I stood there, frozen, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I reached up to touch the spot on my forehead where his lips had just been. The sensation of it lingered, warm and strange. I couldn't deny it. My cheeks were burning. No... I couldn't be blushing, could I? I shook my head, trying to shake off the feeling. No, it was just a kiss-nothing more. But deep down, I knew it was more than that. Something was changing between us, and I didn't know if I was ready for it. I stood there, my fingers still pressed against the spot on my forehead, trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. My heart was racing, my emotions swirling inside me like a storm I couldn't control. The kiss wasn't something I expected. It felt... real, but why? Why would he do that? After a long moment, I snapped out of my thoughts. I pulled my hand away from my forehead, feeling the heat still lingering there. My reflection stared back at me, but this time, I wasn't sure who I saw. The girl in the mirror didn't seem like me. She looked different, more vulnerable, more... hopeful. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaos in my mind. I had to keep my guard up. One kiss, one moment of kindness-none of it meant he had changed. He was still the same Andrew, the cold man