Feigning a marriage with the man your parents had chosen was the only way out. You were forced to break up with the long-time boyfriend who had stood by your side and pretend to marry Ruel, the man your parents had arranged for you.

As for Ruel, like it or not, he had no choice but to accept the situation for the sake of his company. During a rather long business trip, the two of you decided to rest at a motel. Upon entering the room, you found only one large bed.

“Seriously?!” you exclaimed, eyes shifting from the bed to Ruel, who responded with nothing but silence and his usual cold stare.

Reluctantly, you were forced to share not only the room but the bed for the first time. A brief argument arose over how to divide the bed. Later, you sat on the sofa, reading a book, when he emerged from the bathroom wearing only his boxers.

Your face flushed as you asked, “Why are you just wearing boxers?”

“I always sleep like this. I can take them off if you prefer,” he replied nonchalantly, his hands already reaching for the waistband as if ready to pull them down.

“What?! No, no! That’s not what I meant! Just...keep them on!” you stammered, blushing even harder. Desperate to change the subject, you asked, “So...which side of the bed do you want to sleep on?”

“I prefer to sleep near the door,” he said.

“Oh, good. Then you can be my shield if anyone tries to break in,” you remarked playfully.

“That’s the idea,” he responded, this time with a smirk that was as unreadable as ever.