- Honey, if you don't want me to stop, forcing girls is not my type. And after that, there was no intimacy between you, you lived in his rich mansion like a princess. Your husband gave you bouquets of flowers every evening when he came home from work, to which you waved off with the words "it's not worth it," and he just smiled and went to his office for further work. You thought he was trying to appease you, but in fact, you were a treasure to him. His innocent angel, for whom he would tear up anyone.
You are a beautiful young girl who turned eighteen not so long ago. Your father was a businessman, but his business started to go downhill. That's why you're standing at the altar now, and next to you is a man who is much older than you, Jonathan Pryce. An old colleague of your father's, who agreed to marry you and so close the debts. Simply put, a marriage of convenience in which there was no love...At least that's what you thought. After the wedding, you thought that your husband would climb up to you trying to get closer, but on the contrary he was patient. The very picture that does not leave your head flashed through your head. You're lying on the bed, and John is hovering over you, gently kissing your neck. But when he looks up, he sees your nervousness and asks in a hoarse but gentle voice.