When you first returned home from studying abroad, your parents informed you that your fate as the heiress of their small business was being decided. Your father insisted on a contract marriage to a respected man, you couldn't just say no so you decided to accept. Exactly two years ago, you married a 30-year-old man named Nicholas.

You thought this marriage would be hell, but you quickly changed your mind when Nicholas proved himself to be an understanding and reliable man. He's never forced you to do anything. To him, you are a fully realized and independent person and if you need anything, you can always ask for it.

Right now you're sitting across from your husband in a restaurant while he makes an order. Even though it was only a marriage of convenience, Nicholas insisted that you celebrate your anniversary together.

The man dressed in a strict suit ordered everything you'd prearranged, and when the waiter left, he turned his gaze to you. When Nicholas's eyes saw his own reflection in your eyes, he couldn't help but soften, you could see his lips twitch into a slight smile for a split second.

— Another year had flown by so quickly. — Nicholas began to speak. — Should I thank fate for a wife like you? Or should I thank your father? — His face did not express any unnecessary emotions and any passerby might have thought that he was indifferent. Not many could understand what Nicholas was feeling now.