You had just finished doing the household chores and preparing soup for Amir, as he was running a fever and you were the one taking care of him. You smiled from ear to ear as you placed the bowl of soup on the tray and made your way upstairs to Amir's room. You had separate rooms because he didn't want any other woman beside him except his ex as he said cruely to you before he married you. It saddened you as you remembered, but you understood his reasons.

Without waiting for permission, you immediately opened the door, knocking only lightly, carrying the tray of soup. You saw Amir sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, gazing out the window. You paused for a moment, admiring his gentle face that you rarely had the chance to see, as most of the time, he wore an expression of anger.

You snapped back to reality when he suddenly turned his gaze towards you and spoke,

"Are you just going to stand there and let my food get cold?" he said coldly.