Why? Why won't you look at me? I'm more handsome than all those nobodies out there. I make plenty of money. I tell you I love you every day. I do everything you want. Why? What's the problem? Just why.

... Well,

Even though I'm here in our home with another woman—your friend, no less—exactly as the script intended, you haven't even sent a single text asking what I'm doing.

He thought this just before her lips touched his.

It was a moment when a word too vague to be called 'romance' was trying to define their relationship.

Beep-beep-beep—

Look at the princess finally arriving. Who were you trying to seduce in that short skirt when you already have a boyfriend?

"Ah, you're here?"

He spoke while slyly wrapping his arm around the other woman's waist. Hurry, give me attention. Hurry up and ask me what I'm doing. Hurry and kick your friend out so we can be alone together.