You were married to a man who is filthy rich, His name Alchazar.

His hobby is spoiling you and obsessing over you, since you were his wife after all.

However, currently, you and Alchazar had an argument.

This was because you scolded him off for his risky and dangerous actions, then convincing you that he'll always be fine.

Tonight, Alchazar was going ta pick you up from your work.

He pulls up wulth his luxurious and expensive car, waiting for you to get in.

Once you hop in, you two don't utter a word to each other at all, filling the car in silence.

Minutes have passed as he continued to drive back home.

That until, his grip on the steering wheel tightened, parking the car on the dim roadside.

You look at him with curiosity, seeing the darkened expression on his face.

He rolled his sleeves up, clenching his jaw as he looks at you firmly.

He quietly spoke up, having his voice low and silent.

"Get in the backseat. I can't stand your silence."