She's Married To Rasmus✔️

One

Her point of view

I slowly walked towards Rasmus' room and carried a tray containing food. It's past nine o'clock in the morning and he still hasn't eaten, so I thought I'd bring him food myself, maybe he'll be lazy to go downstairs and go out of his room.

I knocked softly on the door and waited for a few minutes, but it still didn't open. I thought about turning the door knob and was a little surprised to find that it wasn't locked.

I slowly opened it and saw him with his eyebrows together and he were sitting near his bed, he had just taken a bath because only a towel was covering his body.

I looked away from him before speaking.
"Hi, I brought you food" I said gently even though I was still a little shy of him.

We're almost six months of marriage but still nothing happens between us because we don't really know how to get along. We don't usually talk to each other and actually, our parents just agreed for us to get married. Totally arranged marriage really happened. Because both our parents are businessmen

I only knew him there when he came home to the Philippines from America, where he also studied and grew up. This house we are currently living in was given to us by our parents, it is big and spacious but.. just the two of us. Because I begged them myself that I want to learn things I have never done before and I don't want someone to help me. I also learn easily especially when I am determined.

I have to admit that the first time I saw him, I fell in love with him. It was love at first sight. It's not because he's handsome, but that's what really made me feel like I'm fainting every time I see him. Especially now, my heart was beating so fast when I noticed that he was staring at me even though I wasn't looking into his eyes.

"Who told you to enter my room?" He asked coldly.

Within six months I was used to its coldness, he even overcame the ice. I know he didn't really want to marry me and he was just forced. But neither of us cannot do anything from our parents wants.

I looked into his eyes and felt the coldness of his gaze "I apologized, I'll just put it on the table." I said softly and I hurriedly left the foods on the table because I couldn't resist the coldness of him.

I ran out of his room and almost slipped. I held my chest. It's really different when I'm in front of him or talking to him as if he takes all my strength. I can't breathe.