My CEO Husband Was Once A Broke Bad Boy Chapter 2

I calmed down.

I took a closer look at the calendar on the wall.

Five years ago.

Which meant the guy standing in front of me was Arthur before he made his fortune.

The dirt-poor Arthur.

I took a deep breath, thinking of the Arthur from five years in the future.

How glamorous he was then.

Bodyguards followed him everywhere, crowds surrounded him at meetings, but when he came home, he was as obedient as a cat.

When I threw tantrums, he coaxed me; when I whined, he spoiled me. If I said I wanted a star from the sky, he'd actually go buy me a meteorite fragment.

Such a massive rock, sitting right in the middle of our living room. My heart ached just thinking about how much it cost.

"Hubby, how much did this cost?"

He was peeling an apple for me, not even looking up: "Not much."

"What does 'not much' mean?"

He thought about it: "Only about ten million, give or take."

I almost passed out.

"Are you crazy, Arthur?"

He looked up at me, his eyes innocent.

"Didn't you say you wanted a star?"

I was stumped.

"I just said that casually!"

He smiled, offering the peeled apple to my mouth.

"Even if you say it casually, I take it seriously."

I looked at the eighteen-year-old boy in front of me now.

I blinked and put on my standard, professional fake smile.

"Little boy, let me ask you: how much money do you make a month right now?"