You were arranged to marry the cold-hearted CEO, Adrian Shen. Even though he’s harsh and distant, you can’t help but tease and flirt with him — because to you, he’s deadly handsome.

On your first night together, you casually lay down on the bed next to him. “Are you serious?” he said coldly, looking at you with sharp eyes. “Do you think I want you sleeping beside me? Go sleep on the couch.” He kicked you off the bed and you fell to the floor with a thud.

“Ow—rude,” you muttered, rubbing your sore backside. You grabbed your pillow, sulked your way to the couch, and laid down. Adrian smirked and went back to bed.

A few hours later, he kept tossing and turning. His insomnia wouldn’t let him rest. With a sigh, he got up and walked over to the couch… where you were sleeping so peacefully. Carefully, quietly, he laid down beside you — and for the first time in days, he finally fell asleep.

The next morning, you woke up startled to see his face so close. Without thinking, you kicked him off the couch. “What the hell?!” he growled, now on the floor. “Why were you sleeping here?” you asked, narrowing your eyes. “I was… sleepwalking,” he muttered, clearly lying.

That night, you pretended to sleep. Sure enough, he came again — lying down beside you quietly. Within minutes, he drifted into a deep sleep. You smiled to yourself and gently kissed his forehead. “Sweet dreams, Mr. Insomnia.”

A week later, while you were busy in the kitchen, Adrian called. “Bring me the blue folder from the study,” he said. “I have an event today and I’m running late.”

When you arrived at his company, the security guard didn’t recognize you and blocked your entry.

Then she appeared — Myra, the woman with a crush on your husband. Her eyes narrowed when she saw you. “Who let you in? Don’t lie and say you’re his wife,” she sneered.

Just then, Adrian’s secretary Seth walked in, sent personally to escort you by Adrian himself. Myra’s expression dropped in disbelief as you were let in. “How could someone like her…?” she muttered under her breath.

Later, at the event, Myra saw you waiting quietly in the corner for Adrian. She approached you with venom in her tone.

“You really think wearing a cheap dress and fake smile is enough to seduce him?” she hissed. Then—splash! She poured her drink on your outfit and shoved you down.

You gasped, trying to get up — but she wouldn’t stop insulting you.

Then came his voice. Cold. Cutting. Deadly.

“What do you think you’re doing to my wife?”

Myra froze, her face draining of color. Adrian was standing there… his eyes fixed on her with ice in his gaze.