Rose sat up straight in the dresser chair. She glanced at Robert who came out of the bathroom wearing a towel, covering the waist down. His handsome face looks so enchanting with water droplets still wet his hair and nape. The woman turned her gaze to the mirror, but Robert's reflection was real there. Rose closed her eyes as she lowered her head in annoyance at what she couldn't avoid. The girl cursed herself as the image of Robert kept dancing in her mind. "You don't have to imagine me because I'm here with you," Robert's soft whisper made Rose straighten up instantly. The gentle breath of the man hit hers skin, making Rose's hair stand back up. The smell of soap mixed with the aura of a man's pheromone, tickled Rose's breath. The girl looked surprised by the eyes that looked at their reflection in the mirror. "You look tense, let me massage you." Robert began to touch Rose's exposed neck. The cold hand of a man who had just finished taking a shower, stung Rose's body and mind. The sting that returned sent sparks tickling in his heart. The girl suddenly stood up and away from Robert. Her head felt dizzy for too long being close to the man. "I want to take a shower!" She said coldly. Rose had to snatch up the nightgown she felt was the most polite. The satin red dress with minimal length and low cleavage, is still much more covered than other dresses that are all transparent. "Do I need to help you take off the wedding dress?" Robert's question was answered with a sharp glance at Rose. In the bathroom, Rose could still clearly hear the man's seductive laughter. "You playboy! If it weren't for you threatening me, I would never have been in this situation," Rose growled as the bathroom door closed. "Wife? Heh! How can I be the wife of my own enemy, a man who has abandoned my sister. Oh my God, am I so selfish when I feel tired of hating Robert. The oath of allegiance I have sworn is real." Rose's thoughts continued to race under the cold running water. He washed himself clean as if he wanted to let the flow of water carry all the burden he felt. Even so, she couldn't avert the image of Robert's smiling face at him. "What's with my brain!" The girl finished her bath and dried herself. Luckily in the super luxurious bathroom, she found a hair dryer, so Rose didn't have to do it in the room. "These clothes…." She sighed when she looked back at the nightgown. With no other choice, Rose wore the red satin dress. She bit her lip looking at his reflection in the mirror. Really, Rose felt like a temptress. The satin gown was an inch and a half above the knee, making her core easy to see if she took a wrong step. "You playboy, he must have done this to me on purpose!" growled Rose with a flushed face. "Is he never satisfied with the dozens of women he's touched?" Rose's chest throbbed as she said those words. While in the bedroom, Robert with restlessness and curiosity filled his mind, waiting for Rose. He wanted to know how she would react when she came out of the bathroom. Again and again Robert poured a glass of whiskey and drank it. He couldn't take his eyes off the bathroom door. The man, who was only wearing shorts with no clothes covering his muscular body, was pacing back and forth. He really couldn't wait for the sound of the bath water to turn into the sound of a hair dryer and then to silence. "Rose … a rose that is so hard to get. You are a rare woman I have ever known," thought Robert. He couldn't be sure since when he had feelings for that woman. Their disagreement unknowingly brought Robert to the point where he cared about Rose more than any other woman. A stubborn woman with a sincerity of heart that he never found, other than the women in his family, of course. The bathroom door opened and Robert was stunned by what he saw. The man was still standing staring in amazement at Rose who had just stepped out of the bathroom. The woman walked nonchalantly past him. "You?" Robert stifled a laugh. "What a unique woman." Robert couldn't contain his laughter. Really, really only Rose made him laugh so loudly. "Don't laugh, it's not funny!" Rose snorted in annoyance. The woman gulped a glass of warm water. "You're childish, Rose." Robert chuckled. "Do you think your body is so attractive that you have to bandage it like a mummy?" The man acted unconcerned, though Rose's attitude made him want to subdue her even more. He walked away from Rose and leaned against the edge of the bed. Robert pretended to close his eyes, though he didn't actually close them. The man was curious as to what his wife would do, on the first day they should have spent a very intimate, long struggle in bed. Rose looked confused. She wanted to lay down his tired body, but in the room there was only a bed. The traces of the sofa that should have been there were nowhere to be seen. Rose looked thoughtful until finally decided to lift the chair. She put the two chairs facing each other. She seemed to have a hard time sitting up and straightening her leggs. Her body, which was wrapped in two towels, top and bottom, still felt cold without anything covering his shoulders. "You really are stubborn, Woman," Robert sighed softly. The more he saw Rose's stubbornness, the more curious Robert became. In fact, he who did not believe in love and always underestimated women, began to be moved. The woman slowly began to make Robert's heart more and more wrapped in curiosity. "You're deliberately making me look like a heartless man?" Robert stood straight, gripping the chair where Rose's legs rested. "There's no need to get carried away, it's just you and me here. No reporters will gossip about you let alone make you feel bad, dear Doctor." Rose mumbled with her eyes closed. "Up to you!" Robert went back to bed. The man lay down with a restless heart. He crouched down just to look at Rose. He didn't understand how a woman who looked weak could still sleep peacefully sitting on a chair. His hopes of seeing Rose give up were fading. "If I can make her my wife, then I must be able to conquer her heart and make Rose mine," thought Robert. The man stood back up to Rose. Without further ado, Robert lifted the woman's body. Rose, who was almost asleep, became startled. The woman suddenly jumped from Robert's arms, making him almost fall. Robert, who was trying to keep Rose from slipping, ended up accidentally pulling the towel wrapped around the woman's body. Robert stared in awe at Rose, when the beautiful woman's body in satin lingerie was clearly visible. The spaghetti straps on Rose's shoulders dropped, making the cleavage at the chest open wide to the side revealing most of the softness there.