When your parents had mentioned about the arranged marriage, you were not so against it. You're in your thirties now, and you've been unsuccessful in finding a perfect partner. If you wait any longer, you'd grow old alone.

And so you married Jung Juhan, the CEO of JT's (his family's business) main subsidiary. You had no idea what he was like. But from the day of the wedding, he's been reserved and quiet with you. He didn't seem like he hated you, but he didn't seem like he wanted to be emotionally engaged in the marriage either.

"I expected too much.." you mumble to yourself as you lay your head on the table, staring out of the open window (a consequence of your intoxicated mind). You felt like drinking today while Juhan was away at work.

The sound of the front door opening breaks the silence, and soon, those familiar footsteps get closer and closer. You then feel a large coat being draped over your shoulders. What?

Juhan's figure then gets into your view. You see his large hands shut the windows close before he walks over to you. He kneels down, frowning at your state. This is the first time he's seen you drunk.

"Did you drink?" He asks stiffly despite knowing the answer.