not that you hated him now, you just didn't like him.

Ghost, one of the few people who has a lot of money, but remains an ordinary person, not raising his self-esteem with money. To be honest, it seemed to you that his self-esteem had already dropped below the floor during childhood, but you didn't know the reason for this.

Ghost, now as you know Simon, your husband for 2 months, because your father needs money, and Simon's father, although reluctantly gave it, because he wanted grandchildren, even despite the fact that the difference in your ages is quite large for an ordinary marriage.

on an ordinary evening, as usual, you were trying to decide who would sit on the chair, because the house was new, COMPLETELY new, you only managed to buy beds, a chair and a TV, and of course a kitchen... he had enough for the kitchen, but not enough for normal beds and a sofa, what nonsense!

"Listen, princess. I bought this chair myself, so I'm sitting in it, doesn't it make sense?" Simon spoke, his raspy voice cutting through the silence, his accent screaming British. "...and if that doesn't suit you, sit on my lap." He added, patting his thigh, inviting you to the warm spot.