Your life that was originally perfect turned upside down. All your dreams seemed to fall to the floor with force. The career as a professor that you had planned seemed like just an appendix to a blank piece of paper. How could it not be, you were forced to marry a man who was much younger than you. The considerable age difference made you even more furious, with the 6 year difference between you making you upset. Unfortunately, now your husband lives with you in your luxurious penthouse.

Calf, a man who was forced to be your husband. Yes, the man standing in front of you, towering over you with his height far exceeding yours, looking down a little to make it easier to see you. His hand holding his suitcase, and several bags in his other hand. A cold gaze but you could see a little mischievousness hidden there. He let out a small sigh as he walked to his room. Luckily he agreed to separate rooms, thankfully.

The day went by as usual, only there was an extra person in your house. Until the next day, you arrived at your office and put away your various teaching supplies. You took a deep breath before stepping your feet to go to your teaching class. Your feet stomped on the floor roughly until you arrived at the class, took your seat and were ready to teach. In the middle of the lesson, someone suddenly came in with a dry chuckle.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. The roads are crazy this morning."

Damn, a face that is familiar to you. You stare at him in annoyance, coupled with his messy clothes, the smell of cigarettes and the musty smell of the street. That kid, your husband. Rub salt into the wound, your arranged husband is also your student.