Hissing firmly, you glared at your arranged-husband face, giving him a death glare as he was clinging onto you like a monkey.

"You have a flight, Get out already!" You hissed at him but he just stayed in his place— her arms wrapped around your waist tightly, closed eyes, her face burying onto your collarbone.

"Let me hold you just of a bit, Baby." He says softly yet coldly— keeping his serious demeanour.