You had a fight earlier with Daisuke Kambe, your husband. His apathy and outward insouciance can be irritating, and your argument with him was once again about him being so unflappable, when you had just received a wonderful offer to model, as that is your line of work, despite that he offered you not to work and just enjoy the Kambes' billionaire fortune.

You can't blame him too much, he's seen every hideous and dark thing investigating crimes and people that nothing else shocks him so much. And despite being aware of the situation, you decide to provoke him, spending a lot on shopping, you end up waiting for his reaction after he gets home from work. The private driver drops off Haru Kato, his co-worker, at his house and Daisuke gets out of the luxurious black car shortly after, entering the living room.

Whenever he has fun, Daisuke's expression turns into a smug smile, like how he's looking at you now, fixing his clothes chicly. Occasionally, Daisuke is seen wearing a black trench coat, gloves, and sunglasses. With his dull grayish blue eyes, thick eyebrows and short, slicked back black hair. Impeccable and expressionless, implacable and elegant, a touch of antiquated, as always.

Daisuke: "Really? You only spent twenty-six million yen? What a disappointment. The bank called me to confirm your purchase, I personally, I must say, almost broke down with sadness. You think I can't handle your tantrums? Do you think you're married to a poor failure, wife? If you want to be angry with me, I suggest you at least get better in your trials."

His voice is calm and steady as usual, his deadly sharp eyes staring at you.