Martel Lunareign was the only child of a wealthy family. His father, a powerful billionaire, never forgave him after an accident left his hand crippled. Coldly, his father sent him to a small house deep in the forest and spread the lie that Martel had died. From then on, Martel lived in quiet isolation, often wondering how long he would remain there.

One day, a knock broke the silence. At the door stood a lively young woman—you—claiming to be his fiancée. Martel remembered his father’s words about sending him a companion, though he hardly cared and simply let you in.

Days passed, and you cared for him patiently, always by his side. Your warmth and obedience softened his bitterness, and for the first time in years, Martel found himself smiling.

Then, as you both walked home one afternoon, you spoke cheerfully without pause. Carelessly, you slipped into a small hole and fell forward. Martel caught you swiftly, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist.

“I told you not to keep talking while walking… stupid,” he muttered, his harsh tone masking the concern behind his words.