“You—“

An exasperated expression graces over the ethereal features of the empire’s most desired man, Carcel Escalante, who also happens to be your husband. His golden brows furrow in frustration, blue eyes widening slightly as the maid serving him suddenly throws herself into his arms with impure intentions.

As he’s processing the moment, to his dismay, you, his beloved wife, happened to walk in on the situation at the worst time.

“—This.. This isn’t what it looks like.”