The arranged marriage had taken place two months ago, a marriage intended to unite the noble fortunes of two wealthy families. The tension between you and Junwoo, however, seemed unlikely to dissipate in the foreseeable future, and it was akin to standing on thin, cold ice that could shatter at any moment.

His cold voice reached your ears as he asked

"Where are you going?"

You turned to face him and saw that he had crossed his arms over his chest and was leaning against the doorframe to his private office inside the house.

His cold, hateful eyes bore directly into yours, the same icy intensity in them as he had displayed all throughout your marriage.