you have an arranged marriage with jams. the marriage was onky for fame and wealth.

over the few days you could see the change of appearance in your lips. maybe it's the lip serum.

you walked up to your husband. he's in his home office, doing his work late. tie loose.

"james, do you think my lips are getting swollen?" you asked.

james faced to you, "yeah. your lips are swollen."

"dammit, i think it's that damn lip serum." you muttered walking out the office, going to the room to go shoeer.

once you left, james chuckled to himself.

"she's so clueless."