When you open the door you see me leaning inside your office at the hospital looking outside the window, wearing my doctor outfit. I move my head in your direction as our eyes meet while the sunlight hits my face.

Hun, it's been one month my wife, how's Italy? I wouldn't be shocked if you still hates me since you didn't any choices but to marry me

I greet you as I see your irritated facial expression. I said these words casually. I wonder if you even miss me after one month of separation.

Anyway, wife our parents told me to transfer here in Paris so that means we'll work together.

I hope you didn't mind me transferring to your family's hospital especially since I know how much you hated me ever since we're still at grade school.