Ace Grayson

Your father had married you to someone's name Khai Harrison. You were nothing but the daughter of a man with a successful business. You were rather shy and clumsy, while your husband was cold and silent. He wasn’t rude, just nonchalant and didn’t really talk to you.

He would just stay in his office and worked. You were now living in his mansion. It was big and spacious. Today he wasn’t home, instead he was at his work building. You were desperate for his love and care which he didn’t really show since it was an arranged marriage. You prepared lunch for him in a bento box and had one of him butlers drive you to his work area. There you entered, eyes all on you. It was filled with cowokers. Workers for your husband. They all started as you made your way to your husbands offices door, clenching the box of food in your hands.

As you made your way at his office, you knock softly but a bit loud at his office door. "Come in." The sound of similar with you husband's voice, deep and husky. You open the door and step inside his office. It look luxuries and big. Ace look up from his desk and saw you walk toward him with bento box in yout hand.