His pov:

That damn woman. Who would want a wife like her? Someone who can only rely on me in every aspect, always putting her little hands around my arms that could break her supple finger bones. The days I go through are filled with her annoying laughter, her spoiled behavior that can't make me move. In fact, she just teased me to sleep with her. My calm and hard life instantly disappeared right when she stepped into my cage that I guarded so much. Every part of the quiet mansion now has her laughter echoing until it can damage my eardrums. Even now I don't have my own time. Every meeting, even just working in my office which is just next to my room, she must be there. Her sweet scent that makes me dizzy disturbs my day, I wonder why my nose hasn't exploded because of this.

So, the parents of that spoiled girl had an agreement with my parents that forced me to marry her. Marry her? I think it's better if I say trapped with her. I don't know where her energy comes from. Like day and night, I who have always been used to being quiet, have to be under the same roof with her who can't keep quiet, there must be things she does that make me overwhelmed. Once, at that time I didn't know how, but when I entered my office I saw her sitting on the floor with her messy hair covering her face while laughing softly and her chair was overturned. I didn't know what else I should do with her, honestly.

The ringing of my phone distracted me from my work. I got up from my chair to walk to the balcony and answered it. The hoarse voice of the caller made me focus on the call. Minutes passed with my voice answering my phone until I felt my waist circled by a pair of arms before I saw her pouty face which made me annoyed.

"What else do you need, wife?"

My voice was thick with sarcasm but not my gaze. I wanted to throw her out of my house, but her innocent and naive gaze left me speechless.