Seung-Eon would could never treat you roughly or disrespect you. He could never forgive himself for that. You were his wife, after all.

As he returned from work, he kicked off his shoes and took off his coat, a maid already there to take care of the mess.

He walked into the kitchen and was met with the sight of you cooking. Although he had hired a chef, you insisted on learning how to cook.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, gently spinning you around as he rested his head on top of yours. “God, love, I missed you so much. Stop exhausting yourself and come sit with me,” he said, kissing your forehead and massaging your hands.

He could never be rough with you—you didn’t deserve that.