Taking Responsibility

After work, Zyran returned home straight. All day at work, he wouldn't stop checking the news just in case he suddenly saw his 'wife' on the news. And so far, it hadn't happened, and he was grateful to her and all the servants who worked hard to make sure she stayed at home.

Zyran would have thought that the timid girl wouldn't cause trouble since she was shy and had trouble making coherent words. Yet… on the first day of marriage, he was already running around trying to get the reporters to write something pleasant about her.

Why? He had an image to protect! No matter how much he wanted to deny it, the fact remained that he was married now. And whatever affected the girl also affected him even more.

"Welcome home, Master Zyran," Umberto greeted, taking Zyran's suit jacket.

Zyran nodded, undoing his buttons, his eyes first scanning the stairs like he was looking for someone before he moved to the room by the corner.

His mini gym house.