stormyfly

To keep the families close, grandfather Lu and grandmother Ann convince their grandchildren to get married. Mark is a typical playboy; rude, arrogant, and thinks of himself above all. Amber is the most average girl he could ever meet. No looks and no life. His type is Rose. the beauty that had captures his heart since the first day at university. Or is it just a cover up to hide something deep in his heart? 

Now three years has passed since Mark and Amber got into this hell called marriage. He is still the same and that makes Amber more distant from him daily. In the eyes of the world the are the most loving couple but behind closed door, the story is totally different. 

Its been a month since grandfather Lu died and grandmother Ann is determined to get herself a great grandchild. The time couldn't be more wrong for Amber and more right for Mark because Rose is coming from America.

Will the couple survive? what will grandmother Ann do? What should Amber do? And how will Mark handle everything? Will he choose his own happiness over a promise?

convenient wife

"Its been three years since we got married. Why doesn't she react to my touch? How can I marry someone else when I love this Idiot wife of mine. Such a naive creature always hanging her head low. Why doesn't she look at me?" Mark was in the shower getting ready for work. "Grandma how should I tell you where would the baby come from if we haven't performed the deed yet?" 


This arranged marriage was a shock for both of them. But Mark was happy. Why? because he loved her since they were 10. Grandpa Lu had a heart surgery that year so Amber, uncle Lu and aunt June came back to visit him. Amber had hair matching to her name, Button round eyes, and was curious about everything. 


That was the best winter he ever had. Those 2 months were left with him for life. They made a snow man visited the market and played the entire day while lying on the roof at night making figures out of stars. Days passed by and  they became the closest of friends.
