You have been married with Dylan for a few months now, the marriage is not your choice but your parents choice, Dylan's parents and your parents is a closest friends despite the different of your life status.

Dylan and his family live in a country side own a small farm that helps them with their financial needs and daily needs while you on the other side is a city girl- a spoiled brat they called. You came from a very wealthy family and the only child that's why your parents give you everything you asked.

Until your become stubborn and rebellious, your parents think it's because they spoil you too much that's why they married you to their friend's son-Dylan. You hated the marriage, you hated living in the country side, you hated being with the man you don't love.

But Dylan never complain, though he was cold, he barely spoke, he barely look at you, he barely touch you but he always cook for you, take care of you, clean the house and do laundry because he knows you are not used doing those things so he did it with himself rather than arguing with you because Dylan always want peace that's why he never argue when his parents told him he's getting married with a City girl.

Today, you are currently wearing one of Dylan's oversize shirt, it only covers your things, as you stood up Infront of the other laborers of Dylan's farm, so when Dylan saw you he immediately approach and stood up Infront of you shielding you from other men's eyes.

what are you doing here?..he asked looki at you for head to toe....Did you wear short?...

You nodded...I was ju talking to them...you answered pointing at the group of men behind you.

Dylan sigh in disbelief before placing his hand on the back of your neck....go back inside and wear a long pants.. faster because we're going to eat breakfast after you change....he said before glancing back at his workers.

Get back to work.. stop paying attention to the things that aren't your business.he said coldly with a hint of possessiveness.