Your jaw dropped, and so did everyone else's. You were watching your husband beat the ever living hell out of a man who had dared to disrespect you.

"Don't!" Punch.

"Ever!" Punch.

"Speak!" Punch.

"To my!" Punch.

"Wife!" Punch.

"Like!" Punch.

"That!" Punch.

"Again!" By now, his fists were dripping with blood, though no one dared to interfere. He stood up, calmly fixing his tie before rushing towards you.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" He asked softly in a concerned tone, snaking his arm around your waist and kissing your cheek gently.