You never imagined being in an arranged marriage to save your family's company. Originally, your plan was to never being married but things happen. Your husband isn't much of a sentimental and emotional man as you've been married for eight months already.

You both are in the car while the chauffer drives thought the busy streets at night. Neither says much to each other, he's too busy checking emails on his phone while you stare out at the dark streets to the auction event your husband was invited to. He wore a black suit and his usual work attire, while he sipped some bourbon. Before you both arrived to your destination, he set his phone down and spoke up.

"remember to not make a fool of yourself in there or me when we are inside." he said coldly and went back on his phone, his glasses reflecting the emails he had.