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    Brian was taken aback by Jessica’s blunt criticism. “Huh? You think it’s that bad?”

    Jessica shot him an exasperated look. “It’s objectively terrible. Don’t argue. Your photography skills need serious work. Being stubborn won’t make you better.”

    “But I think it’s pretty good.” Refusing to ept this, Brian snatched his phone back and turned to Jacob for support. “Jake, be honest. Isn’t this a good photo?”

    “Don’t drag him into this,” Jessica interjected. “Your photography is awful.”

    Jacob, ever loyal to his mother, nodded. “Sorry, Dad, but Mom’s right. This picture is not great.”

    Their united front crushed Brian’s remaining confidence. He posted the photo on Twitter with the caption: [Is this photo really that terrible?]

    Seeing his new tweet, theizens immediately flooded thements section: [Ms. Grant said that? Then it’s really bad. Theposition is awful, and the lighting is tragic. If my boyfriend took photos like this of me, he would get punched.]

    [You made Ms. Grant’s face look distorted. Are you trying to sabotage her?]

    [Maybe this is how he sees her. It exins why he almost lost her.]

    [I feel so bad for Ms. Grant having to see this unttering photo of herself.]

    Scrolling through the mercilessments, Brian sighed. He still thought the photo captured Jessica’s beauty perfectly.

    The truth was, while the photo wasn’t professional quality, it wasn’t as bad as theizens imed. They were simply enjoying knocking him down.

    Amidst the criticism, some constructive advice emerged: [Are you nning to take maternity photos of Ms. Grant yourself? Hire a professional to teach you. Once you’ve learned, you can make her look stunning.]

    [Ms. Grant deserves better. Here’s a link to an excellent photography instructor.]

    [Seriously, take some lessons before she bans you from ever taking her picture again. I know a photographer. Here’s the link.)

    Brian clicked the links and browsed through the photographers‘ portfolios. As he studied their stunning works, he had to admit that their skills were undeniable. Right then, he made up his mind to learn photography.

    Then, he replied to every helpfulment and sent mary rewards to those who provided useful advice. Not stopping there, heunched another giveaway before posting a new tweet: [Thanks. Starting photography lessons soon. I’ll share

    my progress.j

    Theizens who had just participated in his giveaway were taken aback by this tweet. Comments poured in: [Mr. Atkinson, watch your image a little.j

    [Did you forget you’re supposed to be an aloof, untouchable CEO?)

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    [I like your updates, but this is getting way too casual.]

    The more they scrolled through Brian’s tweets, the more bewildered they became. It was as if he had turned them into his think tank and emotional diary–asking for advice on everything, oversharing daily life, with zero regard for maintaining

    his elite aura.

    More and morements flooded in, urging Brian to protect his aloof image.

    However, Brian’s response was blunt: [I’m a full–time househusband now, inot /ia CEO.]

    Thisment stunnedizens. Comments exploded: [What?]

    [A househusband? Did you typo?]

    [I must be hallucinating. Mr. Atkinson called himself a househusband?]

    [You didn’t misread it. If this isn’t love, what is?]

    [He gave up his CEO title to be a househusband. He’s the ultimate hopeless romantic.]

    [No wonder Ms. Grant took him back. This level of dedication? Unresistable.]

    [You’ll win her back for sure. I bet you can seed at anything.]

    [Same here.]

    [Same here.]

    Brian couldn’t stop grinning as he scrolled through the flood of supportivements.

    “What’s got you so amused?” Jessica emerged from the bedroom, water ss in hand, to find Brian grinning at his phone

    on the sofa.

    Brian immediately set his phone aside and sprang up. “Need a refill?” He took her ss and hurried to the kitchen before she could respond.

    Jessica studied his back, lips pursed in thought.

    When he returned with fresh water, Brian eagerly exined his good mood, pulling up thement section to show her. He had gotten her permission before posting that photo, and now the inte was rooting for them.

    Reading through the sea of well–wishesb, /bJessica chuckled, “This is what has you grinning like a fool?”

    “Of course!” Brian beamed. “They all say we’re perfect for each other.”

    Jessica snorted, “Rather than obsessing overments, you’d better focus on improving your photography skills. Next ugly photo, and you’ll be banned”

    “I’ll make sure you look stunning every time,” Brian said, then froze as her words registered. “Wait, Jessi, does this mean you’ll let me take more photos?” He seized her hands, eyes alight.

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    Jessica rolled her eyes. “Since when do you need my permission? You’re oveplicating things.”

    “My mistake,” Brian conceded instantly. “I misunderstood.”

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    “Humph,” Jessica huffed. Then, she suddenly remembered something and stood up. “Tomorrow we’re visiting that taco restaurant you gifted me. You’reing with me.”

    Brian couldn’t have been more delighted. “Sure.”

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    The next morning, he drove them straight to the restaurant.

    Jessica first inspected the restaurant, interrogated the manager about operations, and only after confirming everything met her standards did she rx, heading to a private room with Brian.