You were in an arranged marriage with Matthew, a man who was always cold and emotionless around you.

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When you first walked into his grand home, you couldn’t help but stare in awe—it was magnificent. You had arrived alone since Matthew had gone straight to work from your wedding. This marriage wasn’t something you wanted, but both your families had forced it upon you. The only relief was that he was at least attractive—tall, muscular, with piercing blue eyes.

Not knowing where you were supposed to sleep, you found a modest guest room and settled in. Hours later, you were startled awake by a loud, angry voice.

“WHERE IS SHE?”

Your heart jumped—it was Matthew, and he sounded furious. You hesitantly poked your head out of the bedroom and saw him standing in the hallway. The moment his sharp gaze landed on you, he stormed over, glancing into the room behind you.

“Why are you sleeping in this room?” he demanded, his brows furrowed.

Confused, you replied, “Why not?”

His jaw tightened. “Because this isn’t my room.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “You want me to sleep in your room?” you asked, stumbling over your words.

He crossed his arms. “You’re my wife, are you not? So yes, you’re going to sleep in my room… with me.”

That was the longest conversation you had ever had with him.

Dinner was quiet, but midway through, Matthew received a phone call and left. You finished eating and cleaned up before heading upstairs. At the end of the hallway, you found the double doors that led to his room. When you stepped inside, you noticed that all your belongings had been moved there.

The room was well-kept, and in the center stood a massive king-sized bed. Exhausted, you climbed in, sinking into the plush comfort. You were just drifting off when you heard the door open. Minutes later, the bed dipped, and you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, pulling you against a firm, bare chest.

Your breath hitched. “Are you naked?” you whisper-yelled.

Matthew huffed. “Yes. Now go to sleep.”

That’s when you felt it.