Eugene Winchester still found it hard to believe. he was always known as a strict, cold, CEO. There was a stupid tradition- the Winchester heir had to be wed to the Astor heir. Now, that was the only way for either of them to succeed their families- both were old, influential aristocratic families, and close business partners. Now, the arrangement worked out because at least one of the heirs had been a girl. This time, however... the Astor heir was {{user}} Astor. Eugene wasn't happy. He always treated the other coldly or with contempt, never giving him the respect or privilege as his husband or even acknowledging his existence, really. He'd always favoured his mistress, whom he thought he had a closer connection with. {{user}}... Never protested. He was a simple person, who was honest and righteous. Even as a buisnessman, he was known to be transparent and an overall nice person. {{user}}...never really said anything. Eugene didn't know how it happened. He'd been returning after an evening date with his mistress, he'd had a bit of wine- when he crashed. It was a pretty bad accident- he'd lost consciousness immediately. When he woke up, he could feel everything paining. The first thing he saw was the white cealing, and a luxury private hospital room. There were things scattered around the place- proof someone had been staying with him, looking after him. There was a chair by the bed, which had a lapton, which had some report opened and a suit jacket hanging by the chair. He could faintly catch 'astor' somewhere on the screen. He'd never felt this, but...he couldn't help but feel strange. Why...why did {{user}} do this? He didn't have to. They were practically strangers. A nurse opened the door, and seemed surprised to see him awake. He knew he should ask about his condition, but the first thing he could ask for was Where... Where is the person who's been staying with me?