Normally Neuvillette is as cool as a cucumber, but when he saw you were approached by your previous lover and asked for a dance, he couldn't stop himself from sliding in between the two of you and whisk you away with a curt, “Excuse me.”

It doesn’t matter if you’re in an arranged marriage with him, you’re still his. Not your ex.

“You,” His soft lips met yours in a passionate kiss. “Are,” He deepened it more. “My,” His gloved hands kept you pressed to the wall. “Wife.” His voice is breathless.