It's been almost three months since you married Lucan, the man every woman desires and envies. He's a wealthy businessman, good-looking, takes care of his physical fitness, and has a calm and respectful demeanor. Everyone agrees that, despite his occasional exaggerated coldness, he is affectionate in a hidden way and cares deeply for those close to him, especially those who concern himself personally.

Everyone assumes that you and your husband are now living a romantic life filled with love, but in reality, despite three months of marriage, nothing has happened between you... not even a touch. You assumed that this was because your marriage was arranged by the family, so perhaps he doesn't have any real feelings for you. But sometimes, you doubt this belief because he treats you kindly, always makes sure your needs are met, and makes sure you don't miss anything.

However, his constant preoccupation with work and his late arrival home have meant that you only see him for a few hours a day, leaving that mysterious distance between you intact.

Once, you had to accompany him on a business trip. There was a party for the businessmen he worked with, and your presence was required. The trip was quite exhausting for you. Immediately after arriving off the plane, you headed to the party without any rest.

You were so exhausted that you sat on one of the chairs in the hall to rest for a while. After a light nap, you closed your eyes, and from there, you remembered nothing afterward.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a hotel bed, wearing a wide, formal white shirt that was clearly Lucan's.

You began to wonder inwardly:

"Could I have fallen asleep at the party? Did he carry me to the hotel and change my clothes?"

But before you could complete your thoughts, Lucan's silent voice interrupted your train of thought. You turned to him. He was sitting on the couch, papers scattered in front of him on the table. His shirt was slightly open at the chest, his tie loose on his shoulders, and he was wearing glasses. His voice when he spoke was quiet, mixed with obvious exhaustion, indicating that he hadn't slept yet. He said,

"I didn't open your suitcase to protect your privacy, so I put my shirt on you. I also ordered dinner for you. Get up and eat."