[Day 3, 12:21 A.M]

David's POV || Why and Can't?

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"Relax dude. They got nothing to do with you." My friend Cameron cooed at me. At this moment, we are eating in a cafeteria and from time to time I can't help to shift uncomfortably from my seat? Why?

It's because I can't forget what just happened inside the room. It almost like I got interviewed by my fans.

'Were you two dating?'

'Your so lucky to be Smith's husband. How did you ended up with him?'

'Who proposed first? You or him?'

'How did he married an average guy like you?'

'Your husband is a hot damn celebrity. Did you hit him so that he married you?'

And in the end, it just made my day go spinning around in fame.

"Ugh. They're staring from me endlessly." I stated at Cameron that was helping me to block from students as much as possible.

"Well, you're married to a sexy billionaire. What did you expect?" He retorted.

"Oh come on, he's still a human. His fart is also smelly like us do so it didn't make a difference." I placed down the food on the table, wanting to go home. But not in Smith and I's house but in my grandma. Oh how I missed her cookings, kisses, and motherly instinct.

"Hehehe." As a response, Cameron just laughed. "Hurry up, gym period is next."

I groaned. "Can my life be peaceful?"

*****

[8: 42 P.M]

I was chopping at Smith's kitchen when suddenly I cut my fingers.

"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath. After our class dismissal earlier, I knew Smith was going to boast about his expensive car and me being his husband. Of course students were going to pile up and ask us questions and take pictures but guess what happened; a bouncer came out with security guards following after and protecting us until we got inside the car.

My point? My day would go worse tomorrow as it already is.

"Where's my dinner?" That damn sexy voice of Smith made its way across the dining room to the kitchen. I gripped my hold on the knife I was using, forgetting the blood that was running through my thumb. As usual, I cooked his Shirako thing without paying attention at how gross it his because my mind was clouded in both anger and fear.

After a few minutes, I stormed my way towards Smith's table with his snarky pose while staring at me with amusement.

Damn you. You're teasing me, shit.

I banged the plate, making the pieces on the plate to elevate and gravitate down. His earlier look at me instantly went from a wide, shocked eyes.

"The fuck?! You'll break the antique."

'Well, you should be glad that I just banged it on the table and not in your face.' I cursed indirectly at him with the means of mentally.

"Hey!! What's wrong with you? Aren't you eating?"

I stopped from walking away from him and looked back. "I'm not in the mood."

"Why? Does your stomach hurts or something?"

"None of your business." I gritted my teeth.

Smith smirked. "Well, what do you want? You want me to apply so I can be a part of your business?"

"Shut up Smith. It's not funny!" I completely turned back away from him to go upstairs, but surprisingly, he held my hand from back.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you, amour?" He concernly asked which confused me. He sometimes acts he care and at the same time, he acts like he don't care.

"What wrong with me? What's fucking wrong with me?!! It's you, Smith!" I breathed out my anger. "There's something wrong with you!"

"What did I do amour?"

"Don't 'amour' me." I mocked. I want to let go all my frustrations that has been inside of me for awhile now but I was so tired. I was tired that I can't even deal with my husband right now. Instead, I rubbed my temples and snatched my hands away from his strong grip that I hate to admit which is so tough. "What do you want me do?"

I know how absurd at how I shifted my mood because I also know that competing with Smith wouldn't lead me being a winner.

He raised an eyebrow but quickly shrugged it off. "Sit and eat with me."

"S-seriously?"

He nodded.

I sighed once again and agreed having dinner with him. I nervously pulled out my chair and faced him across the table. Smith started forking his gross food and the chewing is the only sound resounding in the silent atmosphere.

"Aren't you gonna eat?"

"I better eat a broccoli than that thing. Ugh, I can't believe you are are eating that kind of food." I huffed away and he laughed. A real laugh.

"I like it when you are being stubborn. I might attack you if you don't refrain."

My heart suddenly punched my chest. H-he like me? No! No David! You're being unreasonable! Don't fall for his word.

"Shut up..." Instead of being defensive, my voice came out a soft one. I'm probably melting.

The silence went on and on with me staring at him---but not obviously--- I pretend to close my eyes but in reality, I keep them slightly lidded so I can view him eating.

"Feed me."

I shoot my eyes open wide and stutter a 'what'. He repeated again.

"Why should I? You have your own hands. Don't be a two years old baby."

Smith crossed his arms at my comment. He shook his head too. "Rule no. 3, the husbands should feed each other."

"Can't we just skip the rules? I mean, no one could see us not doing it."

"Nope." Smith popped the 'p' at the end and continued, "We are under a surveillance camera."

Wait, did he said surveillance camera? "Please tell me you are joking."

"Nuh-uh."

I rolled my eyes, not wanting any further information and just obeyed his rule. "Say 'ah'."

"Ahhh."

I couldn't help to chuckle in my mind, the reason behind is that Smith's mouth is wide open. He looks friendly in this way and I admire him for that.

Ahem. No feelings involve here, David.

I was just joking at the word 'admire'. Of course, I hate my husband for being so damn boastful and sexy. It's his fault that I couldn't get any sleeps because his warmth keep sticking on me.

He should be arrested.

"Hmm. I like your cookings better than my ex."