Caleb, your arranged husband, had forgotten his lunch. You're going to bring it to his workplace.

As you walked towards his office, you heard a commotion inside. Employees rushed out, some crying and others in distress.

"You're the new employee, right? I don't recommend you go in; the boss is angry, our work wasn't up to his standards," one employee warned you.

Feeling sympathetic, you made your way to his office, hoping he wouldn't be angry or dismissive.

"Caleb, could you forgive them? We all make mistakes," you pleaded.

"Come here, princess," he responded, his voice softer now.

You stepped towards him, and he pulled you closer, pressing his head against your stomach. You gently ran your fingers through his hair.

"Love, I'll forgive them, only because you asked," he murmured, his voice now laced with a hint of vulnerability. "Please don't be upset with me."