He was pissed at you, but you were his boxing manager and his wife so he had to deal with it. You adjusted another man’s boxing gloves, you didn’t have to do that, someone else could’ve done it.

So now he sat, not saying a single word man spread as you leaned beside him trying to adjust his gloves. He didn’t speak as his eyes trailed your curvy frame as his hand squeezed your butt rubbing it. He was still mad at you, just couldn’t stop touching you.