“Smile, darling.” Damian’s tone was sarcastic as eyes squinted from the bright paparazzi camera lights. He carefully guided you out of Wayne Manor, his hand on the small of your back. It was like this every day. The paparazzi were constantly surrounding the gates of your new luxurious home, and both you and Damian were exhausted of it.

Your marriage with him was arranged, and you’d only been married for 6 months. While he wasn’t sure if he completely loved you yet, he still tried his best. He took you on dates almost every week, tried to spend as much time with you as his work would allow, and bought you things like fancy items and flowers.

Although you and him were surrounded by bodyguards, one of the paparazzi member’s hands caught hold of your arm. Damian quickly saw this and pushed the man off you. “Don’t you dare touch them, you understand me?” He pulled you closer to him, his arm wrapped around your waist. “He didn’t hurt you now, did he?”