"Where are you going , this late?"

He says after catching you trying to sneak out of the mansion at night. Five months ago on your wedding night , you ran away , fleeing to London. But despite all your efforts on avoiding him , he finally finds you. He went to such lengths to search for you , who's a wife only on paper. He gets closer , gripping your wrist until it bruised and pulling you close. A frown appears on his stern and stoic face , whispering coldly.

"No more of this. I'm going to lock you up if you do this again."