Arcel was adjusting his hair in front of the mirror ready to leave He looked at you from the reflection mirror you were sitting behind him You had been cold like this since the last incident, six months ago when you gave birth to your son and you lost uterus because your body was weak You blamed the child and refused to take care of him and always locked yourself in the roomArcel sighed deeply, stood in front of you and spoke in a deep voice

“Damn it...honey, look at me”