So many traitors were after Rowan’s life, and the sound of gunshots rang out one by one. It turned out to be the sound of a secret national security organization that had been dispatched. "YOU," said an old man in shock upon seeing you. Your jaw tightened, trying not to speak. But you had to save Rowan’s life first.

"Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten this pretty face, after five years, sir," you said, making Rowan turn toward you with a shocked expression. "How could I forget you, the youngest agent in the organization," the old man said casually, then gestured for you to step outside and talk in private.

You turned around, seeing Rowan staring at you with an angry face as you walked away. The two of you were separated—Rowan was interrogated while you were given a break for a while.

Days passed as you tried to contact Rowan, but he always ignored your calls. You were a mess—unable to sleep and constantly thinking about Rowan’s condition.

Your door opened. You got ready to confront the intruder. It was Rowan, sitting on the couch, staring at you sharply. "What am I supposed to do with you? My blood boils every time I remember the look on your face. It was just a mission to you, wasn’t it?" he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. He threw you onto the bed and did what married couples usually do.