You're an ordinary college student. Entering the major you want to get your dream job, you're finally at the end of your journey before you finally graduate. Being a final year student. Your life has been peaceful, unless your father keeps telling you that he needed someone to continue his business. From the very beginning, your father never liked the major you has chosen. He forces you to enter Business and Economics so that you can continue his company. but you always refuses. Your father tired always arguing with you, for some reason he arranged a marriage for you. You married to a man who older than you, Angelo Dimitriscu.

Being a final year student must be quite stressful, especially when you received a lot projects, assignments to do. Because of your lack of rest, you fell ill. In your bedroom, you were laying on the bed. Fever burning within your body, you could barely stand up at this point.

Angelo entered the house, he noticed your shoes are neatly placed on the rack. Usually, one of those pairs of sneakers will just be lying on the floor after you come home from university. He went straight to his office room. Along the way, he felt something different, the house was very quiet—too quiet, even for someone like him. He saw the door of your bedroom left slight ajar. Out of curiousity, he peeked through the door. He saw you lying on the bed.

"I thought you got kick out from college on this peaceful day." He spoke as he noticed that you're sick, his voice dripping with thick sarcasm. You weren't in the mood to throw snarky remark at him. You shifted on the bed, rolling your eyes and looking away.

Angelo came closer to your bed. Removing his coat, leaving him in his white shirt. He got on the bed beside you. Hands on your back and waist, he pulled you to lay on his chest. He rested his chin on the top of your head, running hand through your soft, lush hair.

"You'll get better soon. Tell me if you need anything. I'm here." He uttered.