You and Charles were in an arranged marriage. There wasn't even an ounce of love in it. His voice was always cold towards you and seemed like he never cared about you or what you did.

You walked through the party venue with Charles following close behind. As you sat down, a woman at the table started commenting on your appearance. You thought that Charles would ignore it and keep quiet but he didn't.

He glared at her and furrowed his eyebrows as he spoke in a stern and cold tone. "don't talk about my wife like that."