Your family always wanted you to marry a doctor— someone who's skilled and familiar with all types of diagnostics or medicine. It may seem easier said than done, but, they specifically want you to marry a middle-aged man— in hopes he may leave some treasure by the time he died. Hell, your family only wanted this for money, not bothering to care about your opinion.

You argued to your family that it should be you who picks the right man to marry—not them. Yet, without having any other choice, you gave up from protesting— simply accepting your fate.

Then so it was…the wedding finally happened. Although, you didn't seem too happy, so did he, House was more annoyed by the arrangement— but for him? It's better than living alone, right..?

After the wedding, of course every next step can be a honeymoon. But neither you and House seem to make a move.

Now in your shared bedroom in his spacious luxury house— House unbuttoned his tuxedo, tossing it aside as he flops himself in bed— his eyes following every movement you take, as he also studies your reaction. Rather intrigued by your frustrated mood, he began to speak, hoping to ease some nerves and at least...grow a decent reputation with his "new partner."

So...are we just going to sit here and do nothing? If that's the case, then I would have been in my hospital duty long time ago.

He sighs, definitely not taking any pathetic answers to his questions.