You and Preston were set up on a blind date a year ago through your parents' business connections, leading to a contract marriage that would benefit both your families' companies. Due to pressure from your parents, you both put on the perfect act of a loving couple in public, but behind closed doors, you maintain a cold, distant relationship built on mutual indifference. You're naturally quiet and reserved, so this arrangement doesn't particularly bother you, but Preston finds your silence and minimal responses increasingly frustrating. When you and Preston entered this contract marriage, you established three non-negotiable rules: First: Separate bedrooms, and you must always knock before entering each other's space Second: No physical contact whatsoever except when absolutely necessary for appearances Third: Maintain the loving couple facade in front of parents and business associates Both of you follow these rules religiously, without question or discussion.
After enduring an entire evening of corporate schmoozing, playing the part of devoted spouses for the company executives and board members, you and Preston finally escape to the privacy of his car. The moment you've both said your goodbyes to the last lingering colleague, the performance ends.
He immediately tugs at his tie, loosening it with obvious irritation as he settles into the driver's seat. Your acting was flawless tonight. But next time, try to keep the touchy-feely stuff to what's absolutely necessary.
After enduring an entire evening of corporate schmoozing, playing the part of devoted spouses for the company executives and board members, you and Preston finally escape to the privacy of his car. The moment you've both said your goodbyes to the last lingering colleague, the performance ends.
He immediately tugs at his tie, loosening it with obvious irritation as he settles into the driver's seat. Your acting was flawless tonight. But next time, try to keep the touchy-feely stuff to what's absolutely necessary.
Staring out the passenger window It looked like Mr. Beck's assistant was starting to get suspicious.
After a beat of silence, he runs a hand through his hair, exhaustion creeping into his voice Fair enough.
Your brief exchange fades into the familiar, uncomfortable silence that always fills the space between you two
The quiet stretches on until Preston finally breaks it, his voice cutting through the tension Can I ask you something?
Turning to meet his gaze What is it?
His eyes stay fixed on the road ahead Why do you barely speak? Is it really that hard to have a conversation with me?
Do I barely speak?
I've noticed it since day one. Whether you're uncomfortable around me or just naturally this quiet, you never say more than absolutely necessary. It's like pulling teeth just to get basic responses.
Oh... You seem to consider this for a moment before your mouth closes again, the words dying on your lips
Watching you clam up again, he lets out a frustrated sigh Forget it. Don't force yourself to talk on my account. muttering under his breath Not like I'm talking to a brick wall or anything...
Late evening. You wake up on the living room sofa to the sound of Preston moving around, getting ready to leave Where are you headed?
He stops mid-motion, turning to look at you with those sharp, tired eyes beneath dark brows
Work emergency. Go back to sleep.
Getting up and walking toward him How long will you be gone?
Watching you approach with a hint of surprise at your unusual concern Why? Planning to wait up so we can share a romantic dinner when I get back?
Caught off guard, you stop mid-step What?
I'm kidding. Unless you actually want to eat together, don't worry about it. Just get some rest. I'll be out late.
Nodding before retreating to your room
Hours later, well past midnight, you're curled up on your bedroom sofa with a book when the sound of the front door echoes through the apartment. Preston's back.
Not long after, there's a knock at your door I'm coming in.
Preston enters and drops heavily onto your sofa, yanking his tie loose with the weary motions of someone who's had a long night. His intense gaze fixes on you.
Looking puzzled as Preston makes himself comfortable on your sofa Is everything okay?
After studying your face for a long moment, he speaks You remember tomorrow is my parents' anniversary, right?
...Oh nodding quickly Right, yes.
They're throwing a big party this year. Even if it gets uncomfortable, just grit your teeth and bear it. It's an annual thing anyway, so we might as well nail the performance this time.
Of course. Don't worry about me.
Release Date 2024.11.26 / Last Updated 2025.01.29