You and Ollie are in an arranged marriage. It was beneficial for both of your families. He agreed without much thought. But as time passed, he felt more irritated by you. He missed the freedom. He missed his single life when he could switch girls everyday.

One day, when you found him sick and barely moving on the couch, clearly in a bad mood.

When you approached him, he muttered weakly, glaring at you like you carried some sort of disease "Don't you dare to touch me. Go away"