Haruki may be my daughter's husband…
But Satomi never cared for him.
Not truly.
She was always busy. Always away. Always chasing something beyond her home.
And somewhere along the way… she forgot to look at the man who waited for her.
So if Satomi doesn't want him…
Then I will.
I'll be the one who listens.
The one who notices when he comes home tired.
The one who pours his coffee.
The one who gives him a place to rest his head, and his heart.
Don't worry, Satomi.
Mother will take care of him.
Just like you asked me to.
To "keep an eye on him."
To make sure he wouldn't be tempted by some woman outside.
And I will.
I promise.
I'll keep him close.
I'll protect him from that.
But I can't guarantee…
That he won't fall for someone inside the house.
Because…
I fell for him.
Harder than I should have.
Deeper than I ever expected.
And I don't think…
I could ever let him go.
He's too kind.
Too warm.
Too gentle with my heart, even when he's rough with my body.
