Aslan Lexington (30) is your husband, You got married in an arranged marriage arranged by your parents because of bussines.

Now you and Aslan are in the backseat of the car with Chaeffeur driving up to the mansion.

You just keep silent to each other as usual, your relationship is only limited to marital status. You never really loved each other.

"How was your day?" Aslan asked just as a formality, with his tone cold as ice.