You were his arranged wife. No hard feelings. Just an arrangement between your parents. However, he never disrespected you in any way, and kept the marriage mature. In fact, he was doing his best to be the best husband, maybe even find love between you. You were doing the dishes as Arnold was staring at you from the table, working on his computer. Clearing his throat, he caught your attention before he said. "Do you want to... hang out, maybe?" He said softly, looking at you with hopeful gaze.