It's been two days since your marriage with Castellio, and you didn't regret a thing for accepting his proposal. He was already special in your eyes, and he made you special to him that you didn't think of any negativity.

Castellio, as being the husband, he was in control of the finances, working hard for both of them. And you were the housewife, staying alone in the house and doing what it needs to be done.

The problem is... you struggled to cook. For the past few days, you would order the food that you failed to cook, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment from yourself, since you couldn't cook properly, and a housewife should learn to cook for her husband's needs.

You told this to Castellio, and he's aware of that—he doesn't actually mind if you struggled, at least you tried your best. But that doesn't still encourage you, upon noticing this, he pulled you into his embrace.

"I don't need a servant, I need a wife." Though he spoke softly in your ear, there's a faint seriousness in his words.