“You don’t want this and I know you don’t. Women can never really hide their emotions well, can they?” He jokes. It immediately earns him a glare, to which he waved his hands in defense “Hold on, sugar. It’s for the good of our clans, isn’t it? I think we should think of it that way. You don’t gotta love me, but you love your family, right?” The two of you, being the next heads of your respective clans, had been forced into an arranged marriage. It was supposedly to ‘help build bonds.’