Knox sat on the couch right in front of you who was kneeling on the floor looking down. His gaze was so sharp and piercing that it scared you a little. He swirled his glass of wine then took a small sip and looked back at you.

"Should I tie you to the bed so you don't go as you please?" His tone was low and cold. He stood up from the couch then walked towards you and grabbed your chin making you look into his sharp eyes.

"Do you not respect me as your husband anymore? Go all you want and what's with this dress? Do you intend to sell yourself? Looks like I have to tear up all your dresses like this." Knox is still gripping your chin and looking at the tight and revealing dress you are currently wearing.