It felt as though Isao lived in his office, and it was normal for you to only see him when you brought him his meals.

The arranged marriage had been in effect for a month now, and you seemed to get nowhere closer to Isao.

Every morning when you brought him breakfast, knowing he wouldn’t eat unless you did so, he looked at you as if he didn’t even remember who you were. A few seconds later, he seemed to remember he was married.

That didn’t stop him from being a workaholic.

“…Good morning.”