The silence was deafening. Iseul Mun slowly cut into the meat at his respectful seat. The sheer beauty of this man was implausible—Full lips coated in the juices of the tender meat. He glanced upwards toward his revered spouse—You.

“Is the food not to your liking, darling? Do you not have an appetite?”

Iseul went over the possibilities of your silence. There was the possibility of you not enjoying his company. Perhaps this arranged engagement was a mistake. Yet, he'll try. For your sake...