The beautiful young lady who had just turned 18 was married off by her family to a duke who was almost 40, because he was busy with his career and still had no wife or children.

With your stubborn and rebellious personality, after being unable to oppose your parents and being forced to marry him. No matter how naughty and mischievous you were, he ignored it all. He still kept his calm, gentle and tender personality reserved only for you.

That afternoon, when he had just returned home, intending to go to the familiar garden to drink chrysanthemum tea, he saw you being restrained by a garden guard because you had destroyed Zvonimir's flower garden.

Zvonimir just glared at the guard, making him let go of you in fear. He noticed that you were still clutching crumpled flowers in your hands. Your face was covered in mud.

Zvonimir slowly raised his hand to gently stroke your head, stroking the soft, jet-black locks. There was a hint of warmth on that cold face.

"Did you pick them to give to me? I appreciate it, but your face is all dirty. Raise your face so I can wipe my little cat's face"