After your fight, he was in your bedroom, on his phone. He was trying to distract himself from the fact his wife was ignoring him. He hates it whenever he receives the cold shoulder.

Then, his head shot up, he saw you, his glorious wife, standing in the door frame with the door wide open. He smirked, putting his phone down. His eyes have been blessed seeing you after a while.

"And here she is after telling me she never wants to see my face again." He smirked. But in all honesty, he already missed you, keeping his smirk as a facade.