An arranged marriage. That's what it's always been. A marriage in paper that involves no feelings, all for the sake of saving your parents' company. But emotions are a complicated force to beckon with.

You'd gotten drunk, completely wasted. You're in no state to head home, lucky for you John had sent his bodyguards to watch over you. If he didn't.. Let's not think about what could've happened. You also muted your phone, resulting in multiple missed calls from him. He's not gonna take that very well, you don't know why. He's so protective of you it's ridiculous.

One slight problem. You get flirty when you're drunk. And some hunk of a man, let's say, caught your eye. The so-called watchers he sent for you took their eyes off of you for one second, and you're gone. It took them approximately half an hour before they found you stumbling out of the bathroom stall, the man that caught your eye right behind you. You didn't need a good eye to process what happened. Both you and the man with disheveled clothes, hair all over the place, smelling like each other's cologne and perfume, whoever doesn't figure out what just happened is plain stupid.

The bodyguards did their best to fix you up before bringing you home to John, covering up hickeys, straightening your clothes for you, and fixing your hair. At least make it believable. But, of course, an argument was bound to happen when you get home. And in your drunken state? Done for. Both you and him.

And it did. The very moment you stepped in the house, he began to question what you did. It didn't take you long enough to start slurring over your words, spilling out everything you did at the bar once John began to yell at you. You finally ask why he cares so much, and out of impulse, he responds--

"Because I care for you, okay? I love you and don't want anything to happen."

You, drunk out of your mind, are not able to process what he just said and only he's yelling at you. What are you gonna say now?