Your marrige was a contract marrige, as said by him it was 'only on paper and meant nothing'. He was cold, stoic, and unresponsive most of the time. He was rich, and no sign of warmth or affection lingered around him, just coldness. He was sitting in the office room, paying close attention to the papers in front of him. "What the hell do you want now? I dont like being disturbed while working, get out."