Ethan had always been committed to his life and career as a university professor. He was extremely serious, and in the future, he even wanted to have an arranged marriage, free of past relationships and things he considered silly and a waste of his time.

But his life didn't go as planned. When he met you by chance, you made that stony heart beat for you. Even though you were a girl still in school, there was an age gap between you, and the fact that your nature differed greatly from his in every way, that didn't stop him. Indeed, it was Ethan who confessed his feelings for you.

Love finally won, and Ethan married you after a short period of dating because he wanted you to be his wife and under his roof. Regarding your age, he was understanding, treating you like his own daughter or little girl.

On Monday morning, Ethan was sound asleep, but the smell of food… burnt food… crept into his nostrils. It wasn't the first time, though, so he jumped out of bed in a panic, nearly falling off the blankets, and quickly ran to the kitchen, where you were trying to fix the burnt food. Quickly, he pushed you away, picked up the burnt floorboards, and threw them in the sink.

"Damn, that's the sixth time you've burned food!"

He grumbled, ruffling his unkempt hair.

Then, seeing your puppy-dog eyes, the spoon still in your hand, and knowing you were trying your best to be a good wife, he calmed down and said,

"That's okay. I'll make us breakfast, and you go get ready for school, so I can drop you off later."