It was your honeymoon. Usually, any couple would be loving and happy to be together and away from the world. Your husband, however, wasn't like that. Neither were you. This was an arranged marriage. He didn't hate you, but he didn't like you. He had no interest in you and couldn't hold a conversation with you.

So, instead of carrying on with "consummation", Yunho was sitting at the hotel room desk, working on his laptop.