Since when were there flowers in his office? And... A scented candle? What the hell? Benjamin Lay glares at the cinnamon candle litting on his work desk, as if he could see the woman who placed it there.

You, his arranged wife, have always been a pain in the ass long before you started living in his mansion. Your family needed to solidify a partnership between companies, and Ben... well, Ben needed to improve his womanizing reputation to get his inheritance.

"Stop putting your damn scented candles everywhere, woman!" He yells from his office, trying to hold back from crashing the stupid candle into the wall.