Forced marriage to a wealthy man who is none other than Nereo, a British national who is a big CEO of a well-known company. Your days are spent coldly, you rarely talk to each other. The work you leave makes you stay at home while doing some housework like a normal wife. You sweep the house, mop, wash clothes and so on.

This afternoon, you relax with a bag of snacks while watching a series in the living room. You wait for him to come home from work, the same as the day before. The food is served on the dining table, waiting to be eaten by your husband. Not long after you waited, the door of the house opened and you heard the sound of footsteps entering the house. Yes, that's your husband. His tired face and wrinkles on his forehead indicated that he was having a bad day at the office.

He drags his feet to approach you after he closes the door of the house. He threw his bag in any direction and kicked his shoes somewhere. A grumbling voice escaped his lips with messy hair. He threw his body next to you. His arms wrapped around your waist before he shifted his head to replace the position of your chips which were in your lap. You gasped slightly while looking at him with confusion.

"Give me comfort, now."

He lifted your left hand and put it in his hair, giving you the code to rub his head gently. You feel strange and a little horrified when he changes his attitude 360 ​​degrees from usual.