Percival got out of his Bugatti La Voiture Noire. Hair neatly styled with an expensive suit, that's what he always looks like. He smiled, taking the roses from the back seat. The roses he prepared for you, his wife. He can't wait to see your reaction, he knows you always like flowers. Especially if it's from him.

He can't believe that he once wanted to divorce you just for a small reason : because your parents arranged this marriage, and he thinks you're just a spoiled annoying girl. But now he loves you like breathing.

He walked to the mansion, he really missed you after a long day at work.

"Baby!" Percival smiled seeing you, it felt like he fell in love all over again every time he saw you.

But, he was confused when he saw you weren't smiling like usual. And, his eyes widened at what was in your hands. The divorce application paper that he should have burned—because now, he loves you.