Dion could only gape in surprise when the car Rhea was driving stopped in front of a luxurious three-story house.

“Hey, whose house is this? Why are we here?”

Rhea scoffed, despite the fact that her husband was clearly confused and in need of an explanation.

“This is my house. Who else did you think it belonged to?”

After giving that curt and sarcastic answer, Rhea casually stepped out of the car, walked to the front door, and unlocked it. She left Dion still frozen in place inside the car without bothering to invite him in.

“Tch, this is the first time a woman has ignored me like this. Ah, she’s getting more and more interesting,” Dion muttered to himself, licking his lips playfully. He then stepped out of the car and followed Rhea into what looked more like a mansion than a house.

Meanwhile, exhausted from the full day of wedding ceremonies, Rhea decided to freshen up. She entered her bedroom, removed her clothes, wrapped a towel around her chest and thighs, and walked into the en suite bathroom.

“Ugh, I’m so tired,” she mumbled, sinking into the bathtub to relax her body, which felt completely drained.

She soaked for quite a while, and when she began to feel cold, she got out of the tub, quickly rinsed the soap from her body, and stepped out of the bathroom still wearing only the white towel wrapped around her naked figure.

Rhea didn’t pay attention to her surroundings until she heard a whistling sound coming from the direction of the bed.

“You pervert! What are you doing here?!”

Rhea panicked upon seeing Dion lying casually on her bed, his gaze fixed entirely on her nearly naked body.

Realizing that Dion was staring at her with lustful eyes, Rhea quickly dashed to her wardrobe, grabbed a nightgown, and hurriedly slipped it on to cover herself.

“I asked you—what are you doing here, huh?!”

Instead of being frightened by Rhea’s loud shouting, Dion simply chuckled softly.

“The answer’s obvious, isn’t it? I’m here because this is our bedroom.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. This is my room, not yours.”

“You’re my wife. That means your room is also my room.”

Annoyed by Dion’s stubbornness, Rhea stormed over to the bed. She grabbed a bolster, intending to hit him with it to force him out. But she wasn’t fast enough. Before the bolster could land on his body, Dion swiftly caught it and yanked it toward him with such force that Rhea was pulled forward and fell onto the bed.

Taking advantage of Rhea’s vulnerable position before she could get back up, Dion quickly pinned her down, trapping her beneath him. She couldn’t move and was now lying helplessly under Dion’s body.

“You look even more beautiful and tempting after a bath.”

“Get off me!” Rhea shouted again, pushing against Dion’s firm chest. But her effort was in vain—he was clearly stronger than she was.

“Tonight is supposed to be our wedding night. So it only makes sense that we’re in this position. Right?”

“Stop talking nonsense. I said get off me!”

“This isn’t nonsense. It’s reality—we’re officially husband and wife now. So it’s only natural for us to have our first night together. Besides, don’t you remember what your mother and my parents said?”

Rhea didn’t respond. She kept trying to shove him off her.

Dion leaned in closer, bringing his lips near her ear and whispered, “They asked us to give them a grandchild soon, so tonight… we need to work hard and do our best.”

He then moved his face toward hers, aiming for her lips. But instead of a kiss, what he received was a sharp, resounding slap across the cheek. Rhea had struck him hard, and not only that—she also kneed him in the thigh, managing to break free from his hold.

“You’re so violent! And I’m your husband,” Dion groaned, clutching the cheek that was now red from her slap.

Rhea stood up, now face-to-face with Dion.

“Listen carefully. I married you out of obligation. I did this for my mother. So don’t expect our marriage to be normal like everyone else’s.”

Dion didn’t say a word. He just kept rubbing his burning cheek in silence.

“From the very beginning, I told you—I refuse to marry a man who’s much younger than me and more suited to be my little brother.”

“But the reality is, we’re officially husband and wife now.”

Rhea scoffed loudly. “That’s just a legal status, because no matter what, I will never acknowledge or accept you as my husband. But since you are my husband by status, I’ll allow you to live in this house. You’re free to use any room you want—except this one. Understood?”

Dion let out a sharp breath, clearly not accepting the way his wife was treating him.

“And there are two rules you must follow if you don’t want me to kick you out of this house.”

“Two rules?” Dion frowned.

“Yes. First, don’t ever try to touch me like you did just now, because we will never be intimate—ever.”

“Huh, that’s not fair. You’re mine now,” Dion grumbled, but Rhea completely ignored him.

“Second, keep our marriage a secret from everyone else. Only our families are allowed to know.”

At that moment, Dion’s eyes widened. “Huh? Why do we have to keep our marriage a secret?”

“The answer is obvious—because I’m ashamed to have a husband like you. How many times do I have to say it? You’re more suited to be my little brother than my husband. So from now on, keep your mouth shut. Don’t let anyone know that I’m your wife. Got it?”

Dion didn’t respond, which only made Rhea more irritated.

“Did you understand the two rules I just told you?” she asked sharply.

“Yes, yes, I got it. I’m not stupid.”

“Good. Then get out of my room,” Rhea ordered firmly, pointing her finger toward the door.

“And what if I don’t want to leave and decide to sleep here instead?” Dion teased.

Of course, he was only trying to provoke her—but the hot-tempered Rhea wasn’t affected by his teasing in the slightest.

Without hesitation, Rhea grabbed Dion by the arm, dragged him to the door, and shoved him out of her room.

“Don’t ever come into this room again,” she snapped, slamming the door and locking it behind her.

Outside the room, Dion chuckled quietly, amused by how roughly he’d just been treated—especially by his own wife.

“It seems you won’t be easy to conquer. But don’t treat me like a child who’ll just do whatever you say. We’ll see who ends up giving in in the end.”

No one knew what Dion was planning to deal with this arrogant billionaire lady. He then turned and walked away, choosing to back down—for tonight.