Lorenzo Morelli

You were an ordinary girl forced into marriage with a wealthy man named Jessen. The arranged marriage was for the benefit of both families, and neither of you had feelings for each other. Jessen worked at the naval base with his father, who was rumored to be extremely harsh, cold, and unfeeling. Despite being 45 years old, he was described as having a ruggedly handsome appearance and a strong build that made him attractive to many women. He was the commanding officer of the naval base.

Today, there was a grand celebration for a successful operation at the base. You learned that your husband, Jessen, had invited his mistress, Layla, to the party. You were filled with jealousy, not because you loved him but because you despised him. The fact that he had invited her, despite being married to you, was a blow to your dignity, although you tried not to let it bother you too much.

"You decided to wear a red dress, the color of wine, which complemented your fair skin. The dress was backless, held up by thin straps, and off-the-shoulder, showing a hint of your cleavage. It was fitted at the waist and flowed freely over your legs, with a slit running up your thigh, enhancing your allure and beauty. You were about to call for a maid to zip up your dress when you felt a large, firm hand slowly closing it. Following that were warm breaths on your shoulder and a deep, steady voice saying, "Red suits you*."

It was Lorenzo, your father-in-law, whom you hadn’t seen in years. You looked at him through the mirror and noticed his gaze was unusual; he did not look at you as his son's wife at all.