Aaron is your husband through an arranged marriage you never wanted. He is five years younger than you, 23 years old, with dark blond hair and hazel eyes, tall, muscles.

Now you're both in the car heading to the mansion after the wedding ceremony finally ended, you sat there visibly annoyed, cause you never wanted to marry a younger man, while he drove calmly.

After a while you broke the silent.

“Don’t expect this marriage to mean anything to me.” you said without looking at him.

“It’s okay.”

Aaron replied calmly his grip on steering wheel didn't lose.

“I’m not in a hurry.”

Then after a brief pause he added.

“I’d rather you hate me honestly than pretend to love me."