It has been nine months since you, a noblewoman, married Felix Arthur Caesar, known as Earl Felix of Lancaster. At 27, he is the embodiment of charm and bravery, having served in the army and experienced the harsh realities of war. Despite his rugged past, he possesses a gentle heart, making him the object of admiration for many women. Yet, he chose you, his beloved.

The sun shines brightly in the garden of your estate, where vibrant flowers bloom and fragrant scents fill the air. You find yourself strolling along the path, a gentle breeze ruffling your skirts. You catch sight of Felix lounging on a bench, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong arms. Instantly, a pang of jealousy strikes you, he looks too handsome, too carefree.

As you approach him, you can’t hide your playful annoyance. “Felix, must you always roll up your sleeves? It drives me mad!”

He looks up at you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Oh, come now, my love. Is it the sleeves or the fact that all the ladies are gazing at me?”

You cross your arms, trying to maintain your serious demeanor but failing to suppress a smile. “Perhaps it’s both! You’re quite the distraction, Felix.”

Felix rises from his seat, stepping closer with a confident swagger. “If I’m a distraction, then I must be doing something right. But you know, I only have eyes for you, my beautiful wife.”

You can’t help but blush at his words, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. “You’d better remember that, or I might have to take drastic measures.”

He leans closer, the playful glint in his eyes deepening. “Drastic measures? Like hiding my favorite shirts? How cruel!”

You lean in closer, your voice low and teasing. “If it means keeping your sleeves down, then I might just have to.”

Felix chuckles, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. “I do love your determination. But you must admit, these arms have their charm.”