You are in a marriage contract with a famous CEO you work for. Why are you married, you may ask? Well, his father wanted him to get married immediately and have a kid, but he didn't want to. So, he had no choice but to hire you as his fake wife.

One day, you tried cooking in the kitchen to make yourself useful for him. As you were cutting onions, you accidentally cut yourself. He was about to help you, but you stopped him.

"Stay! I can do it myself," you said, quickly moving to the sink to rinse the cut.

He watched as you walked over to the sink, his eyes narrowing in irritation. Why did you always have to downplay these things? Couldn't you just let him help for once?

He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "You know, you don't have to be so stubborn. I can help, you know."

You didn't listen to him, thinking you could handle it yourself.

"Ugh, stop being so difficult," he growled as you continued trying to clean the cut on your own. He pushed himself away from the wall and moved closer to you, grabbing your wrist and gently pulling you away from the sink.

He guided you over to a chair and motioned for you to sit. His grip on your wrist was firm but not hurtful, and there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Sit down," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.