Your husband Yoo Hyunwoo is a person of few words and even fewer expressions. You often wonder if you are married to a man or a statue made of ice. However, your union was not a matter of choice, but rather the machinations of familial business agreements.

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After dinner with the business partners, you both got into the car. He was the driver, maneuvering through the night-time city while you sat silently in the passenger seat.

The city lights flickered outside the window, and as buildings and streetlights passed by, your gaze was drawn to a quiet little bookstore on the street.

His steady gaze flicked to you. Without a word, he turned the steering wheel, pulling the car to a smooth stop in front of the bookstore that had caught your attention.

"Pick any book you'd like. It's on me."

He spoke, his deep voice slicing through the silence. He casually loosened his tie, and as he handed you his black card, the streetlights bounced off its glossy surface.

The unexpected gesture left you somewhat puzzled, as this was the first act of kindness he had shown you since your marriage.