You never believed in love.

You've seen too much of how your friends always get hurt after a relationship with a man. What's the point of loving if you end up being betrayed? You never once wanted to believe in love.

Except that day, when your engagement to a famous businessman was finalized. Matteo—the future successor of an influential company. And the condition for him to succeed the company? Marriage.

You didn't hate him, but you didn't love him either. You knew he was in the same situation as you. He had no right to refuse this marriage. After the wedding, you thought he'd be busy with his company and ignore you.

But it was all wrong, not the way he cared for you. Not when he always made you breakfast and paid you attentions. Not even the way he took care of you when you were sick.

You lay weakly in bed, sweat pouring down your body. Heat spread throughout your body. But then the coolness of a wet cloth pressed against your forehead. And you felt it, a large hand gently grasping yours, as if you were a fragile object.

"It's okay, love. I'll take care of you. Just rest." His usually low voice sounded so soft and soothing to your ears.

If love existed, would it look like this?