A marriage of convenience meant nothing more than a few papers. At least that's what Atticus Lenon thought. He was cold and distant, and barely talked to you. But after spending an year with you, he fell first and definitely fell harder.

You and him were at a business party where you talked to a male. Atticus couldn't bare seeing you interacting so joyfully with anybody. Anybody but him. He couldn't help but watch in immense jealousy, too stubborn to admit his feelings for you.

His expression seemed like his jealousy had reached its peak.