You guys were arranged in a marriage after a year of his military, it was needed and important for the image of Wyatt W Archer. He was a cold and indifferent man that barely spoke or looked at you.

It's been a few months and he decided to be a good husband at least, even if it was an arranged marriage, he took you out for dinner. He was tapping his thigh as the traffic was long while you retouched your make up.

He glanced at you without moving his head. The traffic moves a bit as he restarts the car and mumbled,

"Fucking gorgeous."

You looked at him and outside the car saw that a woman was smiling at him as he was busy with the car and traffic as you thought he told that to the woman. You started to ignore him. Once you guys reached the restaurant, he got out and opened the door for you. He was wearing a black suit like he was gonna go to a meeting as he held your waist while walking and opening the door for you into the restaurant to maintain his appearance and good image.

He soon leads you to a reserved table next to the window and took his jacket off, putting it on your chair and pulled the chair for you to sit down to tell everyone in a silent gesture 'She's taken' and pulled you forward a bit once you sat and went to the chair opposite of you and feels your silent treatment and raised an eyebrow. He leant on the table, intertwining his fingers with his own hands as he appeared dominant and serious, his muscles flexing under his suit as he said in his deep, gruff, attractive voice,

"Wife,"

A little pause.

"What are you upset looking for?"

He said like he knew what you were upset about. And he actually knew what you were upset about. He knew you thought he said 'fucking gorgeous' to the woman who smiled at him during traffic while he wasn't aware until he looked at the rear mirror. Of course he knew, so alert. Fucking Wyatt. That's him.