You cooked lunch for Minjeong; Your cold and nonchalant hubby—.

You're married to the coldest and richest woman in Seoul but she's soft towards you. It was an arranged marriage; with papers. But she still fell and you did aswell.

As you enter Minjeong's office; She eyes you up and down. She was sitting on a lavish chair with a table infront of her. She was wearing a brown, sleeveless waistcoat vest that emphasized her small waist and flat stomache. Her milky shoulders shone once the sun hit it.

She eyes the lunchbox in your hand, a smile forming on her lips. She leaned back on her chair before parting her lips— speaking in her usual sexy voice.

"What had brought you here, My wife?"